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A TRUE RECORI 

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FLORENCE M. BAILEY 




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A TRUE RECORD 



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Psychic Dreams and Visions 



BY 



FLORENCE M. BAILEY 



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JACKSONVILLE, FLORIDA 

THE HERMETIC PUBLISHERS 

1919 



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COPYRIGHT, 1919, BY 

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Unfoldment 

The only source of joy and happiness 

Lies in the concept of the infinite; 

All sorrow, pain — all weariness and woe — 

Proceed from out the sense of finitude. 

The lark soars high in heaven's ether blue, 

And sings in joyous strain inspired by love; 

So darts the shining habitant of seas, 

Inspired to action by the same great power — 

The Love that rules the universe, expressed 

In myriad forms of force and energy, 

Which consciously we receive as life, 

Finds its completeness in itself with joy, 

In recognition of omnipotence — 

Its power to quaff forever from this ocean 

Of endless bliss, in ever deeper draughts, 

Without diminishing the vast supply 

By so much as a single drop. 

O mortal in thy narrow, worldly life, 

Staked in by limitations on all sides, 

Remove the barriers one by one. Look forth 

To see the glory of the everlasting! 

Why dost thou clutch with feverish eagerness 

Mere things of dust — moth-eaten, worn with rust, 

Possessions, so-called, psuedo, illusionary, 

These separate the soul from the life of God, 

From the great, eternal Verity. 

To e'en approach this sanctuary divine 

Man must unload these false accumulations — 

Must recognize the All as his supply 

Of which he freely helps himself — no beggar, 

No piteous, whining hypocrite on knees, 

Kowtowing like a slave before some tyrant — 

But Lord of all this universe created 

For him, by him — for is he not God's thought? 

The mind, an atom in the brain of God, 

Thinks out the problems of divinity. 

Each sense, the soul-throb of infinity, 

Reveals to us the character divine. 

Nor may we separate mankind a moment 

From the great and universal mystery. 

As well attempt to separate the song 

From singer, or picture from the painter. 

The idea and expression both are one. 

Whence comes inharmony or separation? 

It comes alone from unillumined thought; 

Its purpose is to serve a final union 

And give the soul a deeper consciousness 

Of love and truth and beauty. 

To bring it face to face with the absolute — 

Unfolding ever nearer, clearer views 

Of life, revealing ever higher truth 

And understanding of the Infinite. 



Preface 

The following reminiscences are not written 
for the purpose of proving psychism. Plenty of 
books of this kind are available, if one desires to 
read them. But really I consider the time and 
effort wasted which is spent in trying to rational- 
ize spiritism, that is, to put spiritual phenomena 
on what is termed a reasonbale basis; because, 
paradoxical as it may seem, nothing in the uni- 
verse is quite as unreasonable as the reasoning 
mind. 

When we attempt to judge spirit by mind, we 
are placing the witness on the bench and the judge 
in the docket, thus exactly reversing the process 
by which it is possible to arrive at the true ver- 
dict. The primitive mind — the mind of the 
world — is ignorant, superstitious and skeptical, 
distrusting everything it cannot perceive by the 
ordinary five senses, and yet continually cherish- 
ing the most absurd fancies in relation to that 
which is beyond the range of its limited percep- 
tion. The human mind is simply an organism, a 
growth, an instrument, we might say, in process 
of development. It is a creature, the creator of 
which is the human soul. How is it possbile that 
the creature should comprehend the creator? 

The time spent in trying to reconcile the ex- 
istence of the soul with the facts and experiences 
of life, as they appear externally, had far better 
be spent in quieting the turbulent activity of the 
sensuous mind with its distorted beliefs and false 
judgments, and in contemplation of that wonder- 
ful potency, the soul, at the center of being — the 
well-spring of intelligence, of love, and of joy — 
of all, in fact, except negative conditions and 
appearances. 

For myself, I have never needed any outside 
proof of psychism, having had sufficient demon- 
stration of it in my own visions and dreams. My 
visions were all seen while wide awake, while my 
dreams and astral-flights occurred, of course, 



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PREFACE 



during slumber. This, to me, was more than suf- 
ficient proof. All might have the same evidence, 
if they would free themselves from superstition 
and become imbued with the proper faith. 

The soul of man is an unfathomable reservoir 
of power, directly connected with Omnipotence. 
The lever which lifts the gates of this reservoir, 
causing an inflow of spiritual energy and illumi- 
nation, is FAITH. Thus, by the possession and 
application of faith alone, one comes into the 
realization of transcendant spiritual powers, of 
which earthly powers are but faint reflections. 

Faith is the immaculate offspring of a free 
mind. To bring forth the child, FAITH, and rear 
it to maturity is a purely volitional process, which 
requires the most unwearied devotion. In the 
silence alone, through meditation on the mystery 
within, one gains this illumination ; and Faith, the 
Christ Power, unfolds spontaneously like the 
petals of the lotus plant blossoming deep within 
the shadow of the silent pool. Only by unveiling 
this mystery of the being is it possible to know 
the self. 

How wide of the path, then, is the popular 
conception of education and enlightenment, which 
consists in running hither and thither, seeking 
information of this one and that, delving in 
libraries, searching everywhere for scientific 
authorities! To supply this feverish demand of 
mankind for external knowledge, we have an army 
of teachers, preachers, lawyers, doctors and other 
professionals busy with the invention or formula- 
tion of multifarious theories and antagonistic 
doctrines. 

A few are thus deputized to do the thinking for 
the masses, and whatever opinions they advance 
the masses are ready to accept and pay for. All 
this is simply a chaotic swirl of elemental brain- 
forces which might be compared to a forest tree 
under the influence of passing winds. It twists 
and turns in a thousand ways, but all this, as we 



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know, has positively nothing to do with its growth 
or real expression, unless it be to check or im- 
pair it. 

The deification of the human mind, and the 
consequent belief in the actual creative power of 
thought, may be regarded as the fundamental 
error of human concept today. The truth is, mind 
is a creature and thought a product. The master- 
principle of all is the spirit, overshadowing all, 
enveloping all, bringing all into manifestation. 
Laboring under the delusion that "All is mind," 
and that mental acquisition is the end of wisdom, 
people attend schools and universities and stow 
away on the shelves of that wonderful faculty, 
memory, a vast scrap-heap of material facts or 
hypotheses. Thus they go through life burdened 
with what is called education, and pass away as 
ignorant as horses of the true wisdom, which they 
might have developed from within without any 
of this superficial study and strenuous exercise 
of grey matter. 

Behind the shell of mere things — character- 
ized as objective facts — is hidden the Spirit of 
which ALL things visible and tangible are mere 
projections. It is with this spirit of nature and 
the world, this mystic, unknown and mentally un- 
cognizable entity back of all expression in nature 
and art, that one must come en rapport if he 
would understand himself and his relation to 
existence. 

To attempt to uproot the prejudices of a mind 
buried in its superstitions is a Herculean task. 
To talk of spiritual unfoldment to such a darkened 
mind is like casting a wreath of white lilies upon 
the black current of a sewer. Yet the world is 
created by spirit and ruled by spirit and through 
the constant illumination of spirit every individual 
soul must ultimately be brought into the full light 
of understanding. Those who are so fortunate as 
to have seen the Great Light and progressed a 
little way on the- path will become, when they ad- 



viii PREFACE 

vance far enough, the standard bearers of the 
TRUTH which is to redeem the world. No re- 
former can do more than speak the word. Christ 
said, "Sow thy seed in the morning, and in the 
evening withhold not thine hand." He also declares 
that much of this seed will fall on stony places, 
and that little is liable to find a congenial soil 
wherein it can take root and grow. Before I took 
my pen in hand to execute this work, I was ad- 
monished that a few hungry souls throughout the 
world were waiting for a message such as this. 
To these, this little book is dedicated with the 
love of the new-born, Living Christ, a love which 
passeth understanding. 

THE AUTHOR. 



My Early Unfoldment 

The Sabbath bells a gladsome message rang. 
While heavenly hosts responsive chorals sang; 
Bedecked with multicolored flowers, the eartn 
Its incense wafted welcoming the birth. 
The hour had struck, no time nor circumstance 
Could wait or halt the spirit's swift advance. 



In order to fully explain the unfoldment of my 
psychic powers, it will be necessary for me to give 
a brief sketch of my early childhood, during which 
period these powers began to manifest so nat- 
urally that I was, for a long time, unaware that 
there was anything unusual or abnormal about 
them whatever. Some years elapsed before some 
of my early visions came to pass, and it was then 
that it began to dawn upon me that I was clair- 
voyant, having a power of inner sight, which ordi- 
narily people do not seem to possess. 

I was born of a poor, but respectable family, in 
the little town of St. Denis, near Southampton, 
England. I was the fourth child, having two older 
sisters and a brother at the time of my birth. It 
appears that none of us were very welcome. My 
father cared little for children; they were an an- 
noyance to him, and my mother was quite too 
young to realize her responsibilities in the care of 
a family, being scarcely seventeen at the time of 
her marriage; besides, she had, just to satisfy the 
earnest wishes of her parents, given up ambitions 
for a stage career, something which, no doubt, 
had a contributory influence upon her indifference 
to rearing a family. 

Be this as it may, I succeeded in arriving one 
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10 PSYCHIC DREAMS AND VISIONS 

bright Sunday morning, while the church bells 
were pealing their gladsome praises, and the sun- 
shine was diffusing its genial warmth over the 
blossoming heaths of early summer. Perhaps all 
this gladsomeness was a special setting for my 
welcome into this world, but it appeared to me 
later that I was quite an unwelcome guest in the 
home to which I had been attracted, less welcome 
than if I had been a boy. In some quarters of the 
globe girl babies are at a decided discount, being 
regarded as superfluities — so many more mouths 
to feed without prospect of recompense. In China, 
I presume I would have been buried alive ; as it 
was, I was permitted to live by sufferance, an 
incumbrance thrust upon my poor parents by 
providence, which they would rid themselves of as 
soon as the law would allow. 

In some way I seem to have been an oddity, 
unlike the general run of children. It is difficult 
to say in just what respect this was so, but appar- 
ently it was this that incited the dislike and an- 
tagonism which my parents and others displayed 
toward me. I was always conscious of being 
extremely sensitive, and such slighting and 
abusive treatment as I was accustomed to receive 
from different members of my family preyed 
upon me, and kept me in a sad, rebellious mental 
condition for the greater part of the time. This 
naturally isolated me very much, so that, unpleas- 
ant as the circumstances were, they supplied a 
necessary condition for my psychic unfoldment at 
a very early age. 

When I was between four and five years of age, 
as I can distinctly remember, I began to "see 
things." Every night on going to bed I would 



PSYCHIC DREAMS AND VISIONS 1 1 

beg sister to stay awake until I had fallen asleep, 
but she would only slap me and call me a silly, 
a little nuisance, and apply other opprobrious 
epithets, to which I grew accustomed. 

Night after night I would wake up to see the 
form of a man standing on the bed, and I would 
punch sister and beg of her to make him go away. 
"Oh, hush and go to sleep!" she would angrily 
exclaim ; "you are only dreaming — you have the 
nightmare!" Still, every night the same man 
appeared as natural as life. 

One night, shortly after this, I awoke with a 
start. Something had fallen in the room. I sat 
up in bed, stark and still, and there was the very 
same man that had so long haunted my bedside 
getting in at the window. I tried to scream, but 
my tongue clove to my mouth, and I was unable 
to utter the slightest sound, nor could I move a 
muscle. The man appeared not to notice us in 
bed at all, but walked straight over to the dressing 
table, eagerly scanning the articles it contained. 
Evidently not finding anything he wanted there, 
he pulled out the drawers one after another, scat- 
tering their contents over the floor. He then 
helped himself to various trinkets, and walked out 
into another room. 

During all this performance I could neither 
move nor speak. I sat as if petrified. In a few 
moments the man came back again to the dresser, 
picked up a bunch of keys and disappeared. A 
moment later I heard the back door slam, and I 
knew he had gone. Then I began to cry, and 
sister, turning over, ejaculated crossly: "Do hush 
and go to sleep!" Between my sobs, I managed 
to tell her that I had seen a man in the room turn- 



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ing out the dresser drawers, whereupon she got 
up to look, but finding nothing whatever amiss, 
gave me the customary slap, telling me to go to 
sleep and stop my silly dreaming. In the morn- 
ing mother was as usual informed of my silly 
actions and I received a few more slaps. Finally 
I made up my mind to keep all such things to 
myself and say nothing. To this resolution I 
afterward adhered for a long time. 

About a week after my seeing the man enter 
the window and go through the dresser, mother 
and some friends went out calling, and while she 
was gone the house was robbed. An entrance was 
gained through the back yard, as some one had 
carelessly left a bunch of keys in the door. We 
arrived home from school just as the policeman 
who had been investigating the robbery emerged 
from the house. After this, I saw the man at the 
foot of the bed no more. 

A Vision of the New World 

On eagle pinions taking flight, 
The spirit, borne across the main, 

Beholds the future clear and bright, 
Viewing scenes to be seen again. 

***** 
Soon after this, we moved to Southampton 
into a very pretty little, red brick cottage on 
John street, just a short distance from Queens 
Park. This park covered about twenty-five acres 
of ground and was surrounded with an eight-foot, 
iron-rail fence, having gates at the entrance which 
were always closed and locked at night. Of this 
park, which was used by the children as a meet- 
ing place and playground, with its splashing foun- 



PSYCHIC DREAMS AND VISIONS 1 3 

tains, and its beautiful flower-beds and green 
hedges, for which England is so noted, I shall al- 
ways treasure a most pleasant memory. The 
north side of the park overlooked the bay, and 
to the west were situated the big ship docks where 
many American and other foreign vessels made 
their regular visits. 

To us children, this park was naturally a most 
interesting place, and whenever I could possibly 
escape the duties of child-nursing and steal away 
a few moments, I would scamper off to the park. 
Such moments, I can assure you, were very scarce. 
During all my young life, I was more or less of 
a drudge. Every year or two brought a new baby 
into the home, and as soon as one of us reached 
our tenth or eleventh year, we were sent out as 
maid or servant in some family. My two older 
sisters having been thus disposed of, the care 
of the younger ones devolved upon me, and my 
duties at home were so onerous that I was cer- 
tainly glad when it came my turn to go out as 
nurse girl also, though, as some of my later ex- 
periences proved, it was like jumping out of the 
frying pan into the fire. Altogether, I had prac- 
tically nothing in my young life to make me happy, 
nor can I look back to my childhood days with 
any feeling of pleasure. 

One night, when about seven years of age, I 
dreamed a strange dream. I was sitting out in 
the yard sewing, when on looking up I saw a large 
eagle flying over, and followed him for a long 
ways until he disappeared in the distance. Upon 
looking around, I observed that I was in a strange 
land. "What peculiar houses !" I exclaimed, 



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"houses built of wood!" I had never seen such 
houses before. Then I looked, and I was standing 
upon a most wonderful strip of beach along the 
ocean. The sun was shedding its warm rays all 
around, and yet here and there were to be seen 
white drifts, the evidence of recent snow storms. 
All this was more strange to me, as I had actually 
never seen snow. I walked up the beach quite a 
distance, until I saw myself about to be overtaken 
by the rapidly incoming tide, when at some little 
distance to one side, I perceived an old barn-like 
structure, to which I made my way. Looking 
about, I saw that the place I had entered had evi- 
dently at one time been a beautiful estate, but 
now it was closed and deserted, with no signs of 
its having been occupied for a long time. I was 
reflecting that there must be something unusual 
about the place, but the mystery was not then to 
be solved, for I awoke with a start. It was all a 
dream ! 

Two months later mother received a letter 
from a brother living in America, in which he gave 
such glowing accounts of the prosperity of the 
country that mother and father both decided it 
would be a most wonderful place in which to live, 
a far better place than England. Thereupon, 
father packed up and sailed for American shores, 
mother and seven children following a year later. 

We had lived in America eight years, when 
one of my friends who had moved to Boston, 
Mass., sent me an invitation to come and make her 
a visit, which I did. One day during the January 
thaw, we took a trip down to the famous beach, 
now known as the Lynn Boulevard. Imagine my 



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surprise when I looked around and recognized ad- 
joining the beach the identical old barn and estate 
of my former dream. I was so overcome with 
surprise for a few moments that I could not speak. 
Then I told Mrs. M — , my companion, that I had 
seen all this before. We sat down on the red 
rocks, and I related my childhood dream. I will 
here add, that to complete the truthfulness of the 
dream, there in the crevices of the rocks, and 
scattered elsewhere against the sides of the old 
sea-wall, were patches of ice and snow, exactly 
as I had seen them. She then went on to tell me 
that this old estate belonged to heirs who would 
never live there, as the former owner had com- 
mitted suicide. The place was said to be haunted. 
So they had closed it up and gone away, and had 
never returned. 

Since the time of my early visit there, the old 
buildings on the place have all been torn down and 
a beautiful sea-wall constructed, so that today it 
forms one of the finest boulevards and beaches in 
the country. Thus was my early dream of visiting 
America verified, and the mystery of the old 
estate cleared up. 

My Guiding Star 

From out the glittering galaxy of stars 
Appears the bright and stately unicorn 

To light the darkened world and break thro' bars, 
Of Luna's radiance thus new hope is born. 
* * * * * 

Fortunes were not to be picked up in the 
streets of America, as we had been led to believe 
in the old country, and my parents found it hard 
to feed so many little mouths, and at the same 



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time furnish another home comfortably; there- 
fore, I was put out as nurse girl when about elev- 
en years of age. I was first placed with a Catholic 
family to care for two little children and assist 
the mother with her work, in return for my board 
and clothes. 

I had been there only a few weeks, when one 
night I began to feel very strange. I could not 
tell what was the matter with me, so decided to 
retire earlier than usual. About five o'clock in 
the morning I awoke, and instantly jumped out 
of bed to raise the shades. It was very light, 
and I feared that the people down stairs were 
oversleeping. I walked over to the register, which 
was in the middle of the floor in my room, and 
opened it to look down and see if anyone was 
astir, but, as I heard nothing, I crept back into 
bed. Before I had time to pull the clothes over 
me, I was startled by something resembling a 
sphere of light in the middle of the floor where I 
had stood but a moment before. I watched it, 
and it began to grow larger and larger, until I 
saw the apparition of a woman's head, then her 
shoulders, and finally her hands, coming up as it 
seemed from the floor. As I looked, I saw that 
she manipulated the air with movements of her 
hands, and thus clothed herself in a white, etherial 
substance. Those that possess clairvoyant vision, 
and can see ether-waves, will know what I mean 
without explanation, and to those who have not 
such vision, I will say that the clothes with which 
she enveloped herself resembled more than any- 
thing else in the materiaf world, beautiful, white, 
fleecy clouds. There she stood all draped in im- 



PSYCHIC DREAMS AND VISIONS' 1 7 
maculate whiteness, her luxuriant black hair 
hanging in waves below her waist. Her hands 
were clasped in front of her, and as she began 
speaking she separated them, and I saw, figured 
on her garments, the likeness of a large unicorn, 
which, as I later came to understand, occultly 
represented her name, being a symbol of wisdom. 

I saw her about to approach my bedside, and 
became so frightened that I trembled violently and 
covered my head with the sheet. She came over 
to me and, placing her hand on my feet, spoke 
as follows: 'Tear me not, my child. I am come 
to tell you that you and I have a GREAT WORK 
to do in the coming years. You will often be in 
great need of my help. I have watched over you, 
and guarded your life, ever since you were born, 
and shall continue to do so all through the years 
to come. When you need me, call; I shall always 
be near. My name is L U N A." I removed the 
sheet from my head to reply, and she was gone. 
Striking as was this apparation, singularly enough 
I soon forgot all about it. Why the memory of 
it should have faded so completely, I do not know, 
but all through the dark and dreary years that 
followed LUNA never once entered my mind. I 
suffered trials, and endured agonies, and never 
once thought to call for help. Not until about six 
years ago was the memory of this vision revived 
by the reappearance of the spirit guest of years 
gone by. One morning I awoke early, and saw 
passing in front of me a poem all written out in 
gold letters, entitled "Violets." I glanced at it, 
and jumping out of bed, procured paper and pencil 
and wrote it down. Looking up, I saw the face 



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of the same beautiful lady who had appeared to 
me so many years ago. "Luna!" I exclaimed in- 
stantly, and she smiled and vanished. By this 
sign and symbol I was made aware that the time 
was at hand for us to begin the Great Work to- 
gether. To accomplish this I first found it neces- 
sary to readjust my personal affairs, for the soul 
can only blossom forth in all its purity in a garden 
of harmony and freedom. I am now ready, and 
LUNA is standing by my side, the inspiration of 
whatever future writings may appear under my 
name. 

Violets 

Oh for sweet violets, so lovely and blue, 

That blossom in spring delighting the view, 

Pushing their heads from beneath the sod 

Into the glorious sunlight of God. 

As the light of dawn illumines the morn 

From crystals of dew the violet is born. 

Joyous and free through the woodland I went 

On the quest of these beauties alone intent, 

Suddenly I came to a wonderous scene, 

Violets were peeping from masses of green, 

With seered yellow leaves interspersed between, 

O'rspread with the mottling sunlight's sheen. 

I paused in reverence and admiration 

To gaze on the beauty of nature's creation. 

When swayed by the passing of a gentle breeze, 

Each nodded its greeting, anxious to please, 

And arrest the tread of the thoughtless heel, 

Which would cause crushed stems and hearts to feel. 

I stooped their pretty petals to caress 

And reassure them that I came to bless, 

Wishing meanwhile their faces to compare 

To find if twin flowers perchance were there. 

But, though I scanned each little form and face, 

I saw no two alike in any place. 

'Tis thus, I mused, of all God's lovely flowers, 

Blooming in creations myriad bowers; 

Each is itself distinct and separate, 

An individual soul, without a mate. 

Its effort lies in one direction, 

The attainment of divine perfection. 

With this lesson learned, in a pensive mood, 

I retraced my steps through the silent wood. 



A Momentous Experience 

There is a door for which there seems no key, 
Which shuts us in the room of mystery; 
At last the Magic word of Faith we find, 
And leave all doors and mysteries behind. 



I found on reaching the age of seventeen that 
being a willing slave for people was breaking me 
down physically. It is true that "only through 
service is the master made," but there is much 
service that is like "casting pearls before swine/' 
included in which is domestic servitude in the 
homes of selfish and autocratic people, in whose 
estimation you are nothing better than a horse or 
dog, and not nearly so favored as either. 

Worn out and disgusted with such service and 
treatment, I married. I did not realize what I 
was doing. No child does under like circum- 
stances. I cared nothing for the man. I did not 
know that it was essential that I should care, so 
narrow and primitive had been my education 
along this line. I was led to believe it was for 
the best that I should do this thing, which all the 
world did. He was another's choice, and the 
whole affair was arranged by false friends, so 
that, especially to those who have gone through 
a similar experience, it will be no surprise when I 
state that the four years which followed were 
years of untold misery and disappointment. 

Cloud after cloud burst upon us in all their 
fury, as the outraged goddess of holy love led up 
to the vengeful climax which severed this abomin- 
able connection. One dark night while the man 
lay in a drunken stupor, I picked up my two-year- 
old child and fled. In a blinding snow storm I 

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walked eight miles out in the country with the 
babe in my arms to the home of one of my nearest 
neighbors. When I arrived, I had one cheek and 
two toes nearly frozen. To this day my aching 
toes remind 'me of this terrible adventure. 

I remained at her home until I recovered suffi- 
ciently to move on. Leaving my baby with her, 
she promising to care for her faithfully until I 
could get located and find employment, I took the 
train for Boston. The clouds that I thought by 
this time had all cleared away continued to gather. 
I sought employment of different kinds, but found 
nothing that paid sufficient wages for me to live 
on and support the little one. The events which 
followed led up to the most important climax, 
and one which more than anything else in my life 
served to demonstrate the absolute fact and posi- 
tive power of spiritual guidance. In these expe- 
riences there was no possibility of deception or 
hallucination, nor yet of collusion, for I myself 
was the sole recipient of spiritual direction which 
was verified in the most remarkable manner, as I 
shall now relate. 

I had written back regularly every other week 
to the woman with whom I left my little girl, but 
received no reply. At first I did not think much 
about this, knowing the distance she lived from 
the postoffice, and the difficulty of travel in the 
winter, but as time went on and I got no answer 
to my letters, I began to get worried and almost 
desperate. 

One night I had the following dream: I was 
walking along the street with my little girl in her 
carriage, when I came to a large building which 



PSYCHIC DREAMS AND VISIONS 2 1 

I desired to enter. Pulling her carriage up on the 
top step, I kissed her and passed inside. Imme- 
diately, I bethought myself that the room would 
be warmer for her, and returned to bring her in, 
when I found she had disappeared, carriage and 
all. I ran up and down the street, but there was 
no sign of anybody in sight. Then I ran back to 
the building and tried to find someone to help me 
search for the missing child. 

As I closed the front door, I heard the lock 
click and realized that I was locked in. I beat 
upon the door, and kicked it frantically, but no 
one heard me. Looking around I saw another 
door, and ran over to it, finding it also locked. 
After awhile I succeeded in opening the second 
door, only to find that it entered into another room 
the door of which was likewise locked. None of 
these rooms possessed a window of any kind. 
Thus I made my way through the large building, 
beating at each door until it opened into a similar 
room. Finally a door opened that led onto a 
veranda where an old lady was sitting. I fell at 
her feet exhausted and awoke. This dream wor- 
ried me greatly, for I knew that it augured some 
mischief in relation to my baby. Still no news 
came. Finally I fell ill and was confined in the 
hospital for a long time. Thus the weeks passed 
into months and the months into years. I worked 
and I saved, and my savings went to lawyers and 
others in the effort to locate the woman with 
whom I had left the little one in charge. Finally 
I realized that I was wasting time and spending 
money foolishly, and, recalling my former dream, 
it dawned upon me that I had to open the closed 



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doors one by one myself, if I would be successful 
in my search. 

One night I sat in my room reading when I 
felt the presence of someone standing near me, 
as I always do under such circumstances, and 
looking up saw a wonderful red Indian. His fea- 
tures were clear cut and expressive, his physique 
magnificent. I gazed at him with admiration, and 
said, "I am glad to see you; are you one of my 
guides?" 

He replied that he was. 

"Then," I said, "such a wonderful Indian as 
you are ought to be able to find my little girl. I 
have proved that all the lawyers want is my 
money." 

"I am here to tell you that," he said. "You 
yourself are the one to go and find her; no one 
else can or will do it." 

"Tell me," I said, "where to go, and I will 
start tonight." 

He told me to take a train and go to my hus- 
band's people, and while there he would show me 
where to go and what to do, but that I must never 
for a moment doubt or distrust him. With that he 
disappeared. Thereupon I had a phenomenal ex- 
perience. I began speaking the Indian language 
fluently like a native. This continued for perhaps 
fifteen minutes, when another Indian appeared on 
the scene. 

This one, though equally as perfect in feature 
as the other, was much smaller in stature, appear- 
ing like a youth of sixteen or seventeen years. 
He did not speak very plain English, but told me 
quite intelligibly that he was going along with 



PSYCHIC DREAMS AND VISIONS 23 

me on my trip every step of the way, and admon- 
ished me to dress warm for it was very, very cold 
where I was going. While he was speaking, I was 
conscious of a cold draft of air, and heard distinct- 
ly the jingle of sleigh bells and the crunching of 
snow. This Indian said his name was "Fire 
Water,'' and that if I wanted him at any time to 
call him, as he would be near to respond. This 
promise he fulfilled to the letter, being always at 
my side in strange places and even opening doors 
for me on many occasions. 

The following morning was Christmas, and it 
found me up early with my grip packed for a jour- 
ney. I went to Boston and took the early train for 
M — . I had no idea where the folks whom I 
sought were living. I had written them time and 
again and my letters had always been returned, 
so I knew they must have moved away. But I had 
faith that someone in the old place might be able 
to give me information of them. With this hope 
I started on my long, cold journey. 

And now there developed a singular link in the 
chain. Two days later I was sitting in my seat, 
on the left side of the car, looking out at the snow- 
laden fir trees, when a voice said distinctly, 
"Move over on the right side of the car and look 
out of the window." I obeyed. We were just 
crossing a frozen river on the opposite bank of 
which stood a cottage, and a few yards down the 
road an old, wooden-covered foot-bridge. 

As the train drew nearer, I saw emerging from 
the bridge my husband's father. We were so near 
that I could even see the expression on his face, 
and noticed particularly the limp he had in his 



24 PSYCHIC DREAMS AND VISIONS 

right foot. Yes, there was no mistake ; it was he. 
Then, as the train dashed by the cottage, I saw 
standing full view in the front window one whom 
I instantly recognized as the man that had been 
my husband. I hastily put on my wraps, deter- 
mined to get out at the next station, though my 
actual destination was fully thirty miles further 
on. The train drew into the station in a small 
backwoods village some thirteen miles beyond the 
cottage and bridge, where I had seen these people 
whom I wished to locate. I hunted up a livery- 
man to drive me over to this place, and in the 
meantime visited several stores, and enquired if 
they knew the people whom I sought. No one 
knew anybody of this name living in the vicinity, 
but I decided all the same to investigate for my- 
self. 

As we drew up to the door of that cottage, 
who should appear? Not my husband nor his 
people at all, but Mrs. S — , the woman with whom 
I had left my little girl ! I do not know which was 
the most surprised at the meeting, she or I. I 
said, "Good evening I" She started back in utter 
amazement. However, she recovered her wits 
sufficiently to invite us in to get warm. I told 
her I had come to find my child and asked her 
where she was, and why she had not kept her 
promise to me. 

Then she broke down and confessed that she 
herself loved the little round-faced, golden-haired 
child, and took a notion that she would adopt her. 
Consequently, after I left, she wrote the father 
that I had left the baby in her care, and asked 
his permission to adopt it as her own. In answer 



PSYCHIC DREAMS AND VISIONS 25 

he came to see her, and took the baby away with 
him. Knowing how I would feel about the matter, 
she did not have the courage to write me the par- 
ticulars. She was unable to tell me what became 
of the child, as his people moved from the place 
soon after, and he and the child went with them, 
as she supposed. 

Hastily bidding her adieu, I returned to the 
station to catch the next train for my original 
destination. Here, then, was a wonderful psychic 
leading. Neither he nor his people had ever lived 
at the cottage where I saw them, but if my vision 
of them there had not been so real, I should never 
have returned to pick up this important clue. 

I boarded the train which pulled into the sleepy 
little station of N — at 8 that evening. Going 
to the only hotel in the place, I secured a very 
comfortable lodging, and being weary I soon re- 
tired and fell into a profound sleep. During the 
night I dreamed a remarkable dream and one 
which proved to be absolutely prophetic. 

I was driving with a man in a terrible blizzard. 
The wind cut my face as I occasionally uncovered 
it to take a peep around. The horses were cov- 
ered with ice and snow. At times we would come 
to such drifts that the driver would have to get 
out and shovel a passage through. It seemed the 
ride would never end. I was nearly perished with 
the cold. Finally toward night we saw a light 
ahead, and soon drew up to a brown, clap-boarded 
cottage. It was a farm house, and looked to be 
a very old one. 

I walked up on the veranda, opened the door 
and looked in, and the first object that caught my 



26 PSYCHIC DREAMS AND VISIONS 

attention was a large, round-faced clock, the hour- 
hand of which pointed exactly to six, and the 
minute-hand to twelve. It was just six o'clock! 
It seemed warm and cozy inside, and I saw, sit- 
ting at the table eating supper, a man and a 
woman, and with them my own little girl, then 
nine years old. Lying by the stove was a large, 
Scotch-collie dog, and over the stove on a towel 
rack hung a pair of woman's white stockings and 
an odd pair of men's socks, one brown and the 
other black. 

I looked long and earnestly at those stockings 
and socks, and seemed to realize that they had 
a meaning for me; and as I continued to gaze at 
them, the thought came to me that one of these 
people would be willing to give up my child, and 
the other would not. With this thought promi- 
nent in mind, I awoke. The dream had been re- 
markably vivid from start to finish, and I knew 
it foreshadowed what was to follow. 

In the morning after a hasty breakfast, I made 
a few enquiries and located the missing relatives 
whom I sought some eight miles from the village. 
I arrived at their home, received a most royal 
welcome, and remained there for two weeks. It 
happened that they knew absolutely nothing of 
my husband's whereabouts, nor the present home 
of the child. He had joined the navy, and had 
taken the child away with him. It seems he had 
committed some petty misdemeanor for which he 
was released on bail, but had jumped his bond and 
fled. So here was another closed door, and I 
seemed as much at sea as ever in the solution of 
my quest. Still I had perfect faith in my guides, 
and waited for futher direction. 



PSYCHIC DREAMS AND VISIONS 27 

One evening I was sitting cuddled up in an 
arm-chair before the fire, having just returned 
from a sleigh ride in which I had nearly perished 
with the cold, when I heard a laugh, and looking 
round, I saw standing there my big Indian. I 
was surely pleased, and so greeted him. He said, 
"Take train, go north till you get to S — , then 
enquire for Mayor of town. There you find what 
you want, Goodnight!" 

With this message I was of course delighted, 
for I felt that my journey was drawing to a close. 
I could have rushed away that very night, but 
thought it more sensible to wait until morning. 
Arising early, I took the first train to M — , and 
there I received the information that, on account 
of the heavy snows, there would not be a train 
out for S — until the next morning. 

So I stayed in M — for the night, and later 
in the day made enquiry of some lawyers there if 
they knew the mayor of S — . They did not, but 
referred me to the judge, who happened to know 
him well, he being a brother Mason and a member 
of his own lodge. He further gave me the com- 
forting information that, if I was going to see 
him, I would have a three or four days' journey by 
stage-coach, as he lived forty miles from the rail- 
road, and that it would be a long, cold ride. 

On the morrow I arrived by early train at S— • 
with the thermometer forty degrees below zero. 
What a dreary place in which to live! Upon en- 
quiry I found the stage-coach would not leave till 
five o'clock that afternoon, and they told me, if 
I took it, I would surely freeze to death as it was 
an open coach. So I decided to hire a private con- 
veyance. 



28 PSYCHIC DREAMS AND VISIONS 

When I went to the livery for this purpose, 
the man looked at me and said, "I would not take 
you on such a trip, unless I could find a big fur 
coat for you, as you would certainly freeze in this 
weather, clad as you are." Those who have trav- 
eled in the mountains of Vermont know something 
of the intense cold that prevails there in winter. 
The man went out and succeeded in borrowing the 
coat for me, heated a brick for my feet, and we 
started. We drove until ten o'clock that night 
and put up at an inn where we had a nice warm 
supper. 

It was snowing heavily when ' we started in 
the morning, and before noon the wind rose and 
we were caught in a regular blizzard. The horse 
could walk only at a slow pace, and how he kept 
the road I do not know. Time and again we were 
obliged to pause while the driver shoveled his 
way through some huge drift. At last we decided 
to stop at a farm house and wait until the next 
day. The following day was about the same as 
before. We made very slow progress, but finally 
arrived at the inn where the stage travelers 
stopped, and were made very comfortable for the 
night. The following day we made faster head- 
way, as a country snow-plough had been over the 
road ahead of us. I was already in a high fever 
and deathly sick from the intense cold, so that I 
was unable to partake of any dinner, though we 
stopped at a farm house where an appetizing meal 
was prepared for us. 

About four o'clock that afternoon it began to 
grow dark. However, we soon sighted a light in 
the distance, and the driver informed me that this 
at last was. our destination. We drew up at the 



PSYCHIC DREAMS AND VISIONS 29 

door, and the man dug me out of my furs and 
relieved me of some of them, so that I could stand 
up and walk. 

He would not stop to get warm, as he had a 
friend living a short distance beyond and was in 
a hurry to get there for the night, so I reimbursed 
him handsomely for the long and tiresome trip, 
and bade him adieu with a heart full of thanks, 
telling him that he need not call for me on his 
return, as I felt unable to make the trip back at 
that time. In this decision, as in all the rest, I 
was acting purely on faith, having no way of 
knowing that I would even be welcome where I 
was. Everything thus far had transpired in exact 
accordance with my dream, but the most startling 
verification still remained. 

I walked up on the veranda of that old farm 
house and knocked at the door. The lady that 
came to the door was the identical one I had seen 
in my dream. As the door opened, I stood look- 
ing in, and there, precisely as I had seen it in the 
dream, was the same old, round-faced clock on 
the wall, the hour-hand pointing exactly to six, 
and the minute-hand to twelve. It was exactly six 
o'clock ! There at the table sat a man, and by his 
side my own little girl, all eating supper together, 
everything exactly as I had dreamed it to be, ex- 
cept, of course, in my dream the woman was seat- 
ed at the table, whereas she had now risen to open 
the door. 

She invited me in and drew a chair for me to 
sit down by the fire. As I sank into it, I saw 
lying there by the stove the very same big, collie- 
dog — everything was the same, the man, the 
woman, the child, the room, the table, the clock, 



30 PSYCHIC DREAMS AND VISIONS 
the time — all exactly as I had seen it. A million 
confused thoughts rushed through my fevered 
brain. I wondered if I still were not dreaming. 

Then I looked at the child, and extending my 
hands to her, I cried out: "Mother's baby, don't 
you know me, dear ?" She looked at me a moment 
in a half-dazed sort of way, and then, her face 
irradiated with joy, sprang into my arms. When 
she could find words, she said, "Yes, Mama, I 
know you. Have I not prayed for you ever since 
you went away, and I dreamed you would come 
for me some day, and now my dream has come 
true!" 

I did not then have time to explain anything. 
I felt the darkness gathering around me, and 
quickly lost consciousness. When I once more 
opened my eyes, it was the following day, and I 
was in such a nice, warm, comfortable bed and 
room that it seemed like heaven. There, playing 
on the floor with her dolls, was my lost child, and, 
as I lay there watching her, I heard her talking 
to someone, and she was saying, "You see, I told 
you if we kept our secret and said our prayers, 
we would sometime get our own mamas back. I 
have got mine, and you will get yours." Then I 
saw that she had a companion, a little golden- 
haired girl of her own age, whose mama I learned 
had died some five years previous, and her step- 
mother not being kind to her, she was accustomed 
to confide her troubles to my Agatha, and they 
together used to pray daily for their own dear 
mothers to come for them. 

As she came up close to me, I was able to see 
for her, and tell her that she, too, would be with 
her mama sooner than she expected, and a year 



PSYCHIC DREAMS AND VISIONS 31 

later she joined her mother in a happy reunion in 
the other, higher world. So, truly enough, the 
prayers of the two little girls were answered and 
both got their most heartfelt wish, which always 
happens in this world, though it may not always 
so appear. A few weeks later, when I was able 
to be up about the house, Mrs. T— told me the 
story of how my little one came under her care. 
It seems that the father had left her with some 
poor people, when he fled the country. These 
people had several children of their own and were 
in destitute circumstances, and so the mayor in 
looking into their case discovered this little girl 
of mine whom he adopted as a sort of companion 
to his wife, while he was absent from home. 

Mrs. T — , when she knew all the circum- 
stances, told me she was perfectly willing for me 
to take the child, much as she had become at- 
tached to her, but I saw that the man was not 
by any means as willing, thus my dream of the 
"unmatched socks" came true also. However, at 
their kind invitation, I thought best to remain 
awhile, hoping that things would change for the 
better. I stayed two months, and during all this 
time they were very kind to me. 

One night I dreamed that baby and I were 
packing up, and getting ready for a long journey, 
and that we were both very happy over it. Two 
days later Mr. T — arrived home, and that evening 
he told me that I had won their hearts, even as 
much as the baby had done, and that I was wel- 
come to take her home with me whenever I wished 
to go. I was overcome with gratitude to him as 
well as to her for all their kindness to baby and 
myself, and I remarked that if I took my little 



32 PSYCHIC DREAMS AND VISIONS 
one away perhaps the kind Lord would send them 
another in its place. In less than two years later 
I received word that they had, even in their ad- 
vanced years, actually been blessed with a little 
son of their own. Thus it appears that good deeds 
do not go unrewarded. 

Our journey homeward the next week was 
more comfortable, as the weather had moderated. 
We stopped off at many places to visit friends, all 
of whom rejoiced with me over the recovery of my 
child. I certainly never regretted placing my faith 
in my dear Indian friends, who watched over and, 
guided me so carefully on my eventful journey, 
and brought everything to such a happy conclu- 
sion. 

Passing Out of the Body 

Though death sometimes may seem to hover near 

I hear a voice exclaiming, "Never fear!" 

And even though I pass material bounds, 

I see all earthly sights and hear all sounds, 

I move in spirit to the higher life 

In conscious freedom from all care and strife. 

***** 

Sometime after the events I have narrated 
took place, I had remarried and was spending a 
few weeks with mother, who had just returned 
from a visit to England, when I had my next re- 
markable psychic experience. I had been very 
ill for a week, but did not realize that I was in 
danger, and for this reason did not send for my 
husband, who had gone out into the country for 
a short stay. It was Friday night, I remember, 
and the room where I lay had a large bay window 
overlooking the street. The electric arc-light 



PSYCHIC DREAMS AND VISIONS 33 

outside flooded the room with a light so bright 
that one could see to read anywhere in the room. 

All at once I began to feel as though I was 
sinking, when I heard a rapping, and turning my 
head in the direction from which it proceeded, I 
saw a hand come out from behind a picture that 
hung on the wall, and a moment later there ap- 
peared, standing between my bed and the window, 
in the full blaze of the electric light, a man. At 
first I thought it might be the doctor who had 
come in quietly. I could not see the figure very 
plainly, the light dazzling my eyes somewhat, 
but as he came nearer, I observed that he had 
no hat on, and one thing I noticed in particular 
was that he was dressed in a suit of black cloth 
of rather heavy nap. 

As he came over to the bed, I said, "Who are 
you ?" And he replied, "Father ! I have come to 
help you, for you need me. You are very ill, but 
I am going to do all I can for you." "Are you my 
husband's father?" I asked. He replied that he 
was, and with the words, "Keep up your courage, 
child !" he disappeared. Though I had never seen 
his father in the flesh, I knew that he had passed 
out some years previously. I was, of course, very 
glad that he had come to me as he did, for it was 
an assurance that I need have no fear of passing 
out at that time. Just then the doctor came in, 
and saw at a glance that quick action was neces- 
sary. First he called mother out into the hall 
and told her she might as well prepare for a 
funeral Sunday, but on reflection agreed to call 
another physician and perform a slight operation. 
They came at nine o'clock and administering the 
anesthetic, I fell asleep. I had not been asleep 



34 PSYCHIC DREAMS AND VISIONS 

over twenty minutes when my astral body be- 
came free, and floating about the room I could see 
my body still lying on the bed and the operation 
going on while I listened to every word they were 
saying. I saw mother standing outside the door 
as if fearing to enter. Then I left the house and 
sailing through the air made a trip to the city 
of Lawrence, a distance of thirty miles. 

I had it in my mind to go to my husband, who 
was staying at Methuen, a short distance from 
Lawrence, and on arriving at the farm house 
where he was visiting, I saw him and another 
man hitching a horse to a buggy, which at that 
time of night surprised me. I hovered over them 
all the time they were thus engaged, and heard 
every word of their conversation, which I after- 
wards recollected distinctly. I even approached 
so near that I saw the time, twenty minutes to 
ten, as my husband pulled his watch from his 
pocket. I reached out to touch him on the hand. 
Just then they got in the buggy to drive away, 
but they, of course, did not notice me, nor did 
they have the slightest idea that I was there. 

I then looked at my astral body to note its 
appearance. It was all blue and white like the 
clouds in the sky. I was able to see my face and 
body as plainly as though looking in a mirror. 
I remember distinctly looking down at my feet, 
or where I expected my feet to be, and apparently 
I had none. My body seemed to taper down, and 
to be like a veil floating in the breeze. I had an 
exquisite sensation of pleasure in not being ham- 
pered with an unwieldy body. Looking about, I 
saw that the men had already gone a good ways 
down the road, so I decided to go back home. 



PSYCHIC DREAMS AND VISIONS 35 

When I awoke, it was ten o'clock and the doctors 
were sitting by the bedside. On Sunday my hus- 
band came home and I told him of my astral visit, 
repeating the conversation that I had heard. He 
declared that every word of it was correct, and 
that even the time was as I had observed it to be. 
The description I gave of his father, he said, was 
perfect in every detail, and that the peculiar black 
suit I described was the very one in which he was 
buried. 

This experience corroborated what I had long 
known to be true, viz., that we inhabit two bodies 
simultaneously, and that death consists merely in 
the separation of these bodies. This separation, 
as in my experience, may frequently take place 
without death ensuing. If people had a clearer 
knowledge of the relationship existing between 
body and soul, doctors' predictions would fail 
oftener than they do. 



Forewarning of Death 

Breaking all barriers and bonds, 

The soul in sympathy responds 

To each emotion of the heart 

Whate'er the distance be apart, 

It has a language most unique, 

In signs and symbols it doth speak. 



Another remarkable experience occurred one 
morning in early January. The seven 'o'clock 
whistles were blowing, and I was on the point of 
jumping out of bed, when the door opened and in 
walked a man. I was greatly surprised at this, 
as the door I knew was fastened with a Yale lock. 
As he approached the bed, I noticed the same 



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black suit with the heavy nap and knew at once 
who it was, even before I looked in his face. 

As he came nearer, I began to grow numb all 
over, and was as stiff as a stick, and as unfeeling 
as a stone, all but my head, which was perfectly 
clear, though I could distinctly hear it cracking. 
I got the thought immediately that I had a para- 
lytic shock. Then a voice said, "January 24," 
and the apparition disappeared. I kept wondering 
what it could mean. I passed the date indicated 
without anything happening, but in February 
mother received a letter from England saying 
that grandmother had had a shock and died on 
the 24th of January. Here, then, was a case of 
prevision in which I took on the condition of an- 
other, this being an example of the symbolic lan- 
guage which spirit employs to impress the human 
consciousness, and convey the warning of impend- 
ing events. 

President Lincoln Appears 

Great souls from higher realms come forth, 
To teach us lessons of much worth; 
Heed, then, the heavenly message clear, 
And rise above all doubt and fear. 
Oh realm of beauty which delights 
The vision seen from distant heights — 
Attained through suffering, pain and loss 
By him who triumphs through the cross. 

SfC 5(1 >}C 3p 3|J 

One interesting experience in psychic vision 
came to me some time after reading the life of 
President Lincoln. I had been greatly affected, 
and sobbed all through the book, but had about 
forgotten the incident, when one night, as I turned 
out the light and was about to get into bed, I saw 



PSYCHIC DREAMS AND VISIONS 37 

on my pillow a beautiful yellow ball of light. I 
reached out for it as eagerly as a child reaches for 
a new toy, and as I did so it burst, and there inside 
was the dear, sweet, smiling face of Lincoln. 

I was greatly surprised to see him appear in 
this manner, and I exclaimed, "Why, President 
Lincoln, is it you?" He smiled and replied, "Yes, 
it is I." His features, whiskers and all, were per- 
fectly real, and so near, that, had he breathed, I 
should have felt the breath on my cheek. His 
presence has since been a source of much inspira- 
tion to me in days of trial. After this came five 
other faces in rapid succession, each as natural 
as life. A few moments later a flood of light 
illuminated the room and the wall seemed to dis- 
appear, and in its place I saw a steep hill, and 
coming up the hill was the Christ carrying a heavy 
cross. Behind him, all dressed in beautiful white 
garments, were about a hundred spirits, and I 
heard a voice saying, "Take up your cross and 
follow me !" This symbol at the time had a great 
meaning for me. 

A Modern Miracle 

Following is an experience in psychic healing. 
I had suffered for years with severe headaches, 
and for awhile past they had been getting worse 
and more frequent, until at last I thought I should 
actually go insane with pain. One night, having 
been awakened with another of the terrible head- 
aches coming on, I jumped out of bed, and going 
to the medicine chest, took out a bottle of carbolic 
acid. Returning to my room, I sat on the edge 
of the bed about to swallow it, when I heard my 



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name called out as loud as any person in the room 
might speak it, "Florence, Florence, Florence!", 
three times distinctly. 

I looked up and there at the foot of the bed 
stood the Christ. I reached out my hand to him, 
but he would not allow me to touch him. "Try 
and stand it a little while longer, then I will come 
for you," he said. With this he disappeared, and 
I went back to bed. As I lay there thinking, an 
angel appeared, dressed in white and gold, with 
beautiful wings. Coming over to me, she placed 
a laurel wreath on my head and vanished. This 
visitation gave me courage to endure the trial of 
the headaches, which usually lasted for about 
three days, during which time my head would 
feel like a stone, and my hair would turn pure 
white in patches. These continued for about two 
years longer, when I dreamed one night that I 
was out walking in a most beautiful park. I looked 
up and saw coming toward me the figure of the 
Christ. Instantly the thought swept over me 
that if I might only touch him, I should be healed. 
I went down the path to meet him and he stopped 
in front of me, and, as I stood there before him, 
again the thought flashed through my brain. 
"Will he let me touch him this time?" I raised 
my hand slowly and let it rest on his arm. There 
was no need for words. He knew my desire, and 
raising his eyes to mine, he smilingly answered, 
"Yes I" Since that time, and this happened some 
years ago, I have never had a recurrence of those 
awful headaches. 



A Fateful Premonition 

The sun shone brightly, the birds were singing, 
Amid children's voices gaily ringing, 
Yet my heart was heavy with thoughts of dread 
That moved like spectres of the dead. 



Many people have premonitions, which are 
usually a sign of the awakening of the spiritual 
faculty. Most people pay little or no attention to 
them, and consequently after awhile they cease. 
As a rule I always see everything that is to hap- 
pen, but a few times I have had premonitions of 
impending events, without the vision of what 
was to occur. 

One morning I awoke with a heart as heavy as 
lead, and so depressed that it was difficult for me 
to breathe. I sought diversion in various ways to 
try and throw oif this feeling, but it was of no 
use, it clung to me just the same. 

I had a little friend in the person of a young 
boy, whose father and mother had befriended me 
in years gone by, and I thought as much of him 
as if he were my own brother. His name was 
Mark Robertson. I had been talking with him 
the day before, and as usual he had been telling 
me a funny story about his "freak" horse. He 
was delivering milk, and had left his horse stand- 
ing while he went in to serve a customer. When 
he came out, he found a young lady in tears. It 
seems she had been standing on the curb talking 
to a companion, when the horse walked up and 
took a mouthful of bright red roses off her hat 
and was calmly chewing them up as Mark ap- 
peared on the scene. I will never forget how 
comical he looked standing there in the full flush 

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of young life, telling me this. It was the last time 
I ever saw him alive. That afternoon he and two 
other boys of his own age went out in a boat off 
Swampscott Pier for a sail, and while trying to 
turn the boat around in a heavy gale they were 
unable to manage it, and it overturned, throwing 
them all into the icy waters. A fisherman who 
witnessed the tragedy was too far away to render 
assistance. All that ever came ashore were the 
caps the boys wore. 

The next morning I was informed that the 
boys were missing, and I at once knew the cause 
of my premonition. That night after retiring, I 
had just gotten into bed, when I heard Mark's 
voice calling, "Flossie, Flossie, I am drowning!" 
and he began pulling me down into the icy waters. 
I could hear the roar and splashing of the waves 
as distinctly as if I had been there on the scene. 
I said to him, "Oh, Mark, you must not do this; 
you are already drowned, and are in the spirit life. 
Don't you remember when I used to talk to you 
of the after-life you would only smile and say, 
'Well, it may be true, but I don't understand?' 
Now you are in a position to understand it, for you 
are actually in spirit life. I don't want you to 
forget me, and if sometime you can send me a 
message, I shall be glad to receive it." The truth 
of what I told him evidently dawned upon him, for 
he instantly vanished from sight. 

He was a great boy to draw pictures. He made 
some very wonderful pencil drawings, but as his 
parents were in poor circumstances, he saw no 
future for himself in art. Since his entrance into 
spirit life, he has become a wonderful artist. 
Only a couple of months ago he came to me to 



PSYCHIC DREAMS AND VISIONS 41 

exhibit his latest painting. It was, I should 
judge, about nine by eleven feet in size, and was a 
scene executed on the planet Venus. I never saw 
such coloring in an earthly painting. It was a 
representation of sunken gardens by the side of a 
beautiful lake, taken while an opalescent light 
illuminated the water, and the blue sky overhead 
was dotted with a galaxy of stars, that appeared 
to twinkle even on the canvas. It was a reproduc- 
tion rather than a painting, transcending any- 
thing known to art in this world. 

I have learned that one has advantages on the 
subjective planes which they cannot possibly have 
here — advantages for the development of genius 
along every known line, and many lines unknown 
as yet to the world. On my next trip, I shall visit 
this young artist in his studio. 

Coming Events Cast Their Shadows 

What is to be will be, though often hidden. 

In vision comes to view the scene unbidden, 

To settle doubt and point the future way, 

Which, despite will or wish, we must obey. 

Is this that spins and cuts the thread, then, fate — 

A vengeful destiny which we await? 

We sowed the seed that grew the flax, and spun 

The threads upon the spindle, every one. 

We forged the shears, on the anvil of years, 

And edged them sharp with our doubts and our fears. 

So our every loss and every winning 

Harks back to that long forgotten spinning, 

And if today we reap the past sowing, 

Tomorrow's harvest is already growing. 

***** 

I will now recount a dream pertaining to the 
search for Truth. We were living in a little cot- 
tage among the pines, and one Saturday afternoon 
my husband was going down the path to take the 



42 PSYCHIC DREAMS AND VISIONS 

car for Lawrence, intending to remain over Sun- 
day. As I waved my hand to him from the veran- 
da, I was conscious of my soul speaking to me, and 
it said, "That is the way you will walk away from 
each other." 

My whole being cried out in resentment 
against this impression, and I tried to convince 
myself that such a thing could not be, and I en- 
deavored to forget it then and there. But that 
night I had the following dream: He and I were 
out walking in a lovely meadow. The trees were 
arrayed in their new spring garments of green, 
and the hills on either side the valley through 
which we passed were abloom with violets and 
other flowers. As we walked along I thought we 
were having a discussion, and it seemed we could 
not come to an agreement, and hence we decided 
it would be best to separate and each go his own 
way. So, standing there in that beautiful valley, 
I kissed him goodby, and he went slowly up the 
hill, as I stood watching him. When he arrived 
at the top, he turned and waved his hand to me, 
and I waved back to him. Thereupon he passed 
from sight. 

Turning, I saw standing by my side his father, 
mother and grandmother, and they were all weep- 
ing. I said, "It is better so." And as I walked 
through the valley alone, I did not know which 
way to go. Suddenly there appeared before me a 
beautiful angel. Her dress was of blue and gold, 
and her wings touched the ground. In her hand 
she carried a golden staff. I stood looking at her 
in amazement, and as I did so she pointed up to 
heaven, where I saw extending from the sky to 
my feet a golden search-light. At the top of the 



PSYCHIC DREAMS AND VISIONS 43 

search-light was a golden casket. At once I knew 
that this symbol meant for me to search for 
Truth. I turned to kneel at her feet, and she had 
disappeared, then I awoke. 

I have learned in my psychic experience to dis- 
tinguish between spirits, those who have hereto- 
fore lived on the earth-plane, and angels who 
appear only as messengers of God himself. The 
former always appear in natural human form 
without wings, the latter always in some supernal 
aspect, and invariably with wings. As it is writ- 
ten in the scriptures, "I will send my messenger 
to prepare the way before me." 

Four years after this, the psychic dream just 
narrated came true. I was trying in a most inno- 
cent and legitimate way to illumine the pathway 
of a darkened soul, trying to restore the balance 
of reason and inspire a measure of hope and faith 
in life, when, to my perfect astonishment, I was 
met with a tirade of the most terrible and un- 
merited accusations from my husband. I was 
completely upset, and again my life hung in the 
balance. It was either the mad-house or freedom. 
Try as I would to restore him to reason, and 
quench the fire which he had so vindictively 
started, he only continued to add more fuel to the 
flames. One night as I sat alone trying to decide 
what to do, I saw myself standing on the front 
steps of the house watching the brightly shining 
sun. As I continued to gaze, a mist spread over 
everything so that even the sun was darkened, 
and I could scarcely see through the deepening 
fog. 

I shaded my eyes with my hand and looked 
down the road, and there I saw my husband driv- 



44 PSYCHIC DREAMS AND VISIONS 
ing a pair of black horses and carriage. I seemed 
to understand the symbol perfectly, and I asked, 
"Why has all this to be?" And there appeared 
before me what seemed to be rows of large spools, 
all of different colors, standing on end, and lead- 
ing upward like a flight of steps. Many of them 
proved to be only imitation spools, there being 
only one wooden spool in each row. It was left 
to my intuition to divine which were the substan- 
tial wooden spools, on which I must step if I were 
to arrive at the top. There was also another way 
to reach the top of the eminence other than the 
incline up which the spools were placed, but it 
was a long ways around. I saw that my husband 
had chosen that way, but that it was for me to 
go the shorter way. Without hesitation I placed 
my foot first upon a blue spool, which was Truth, 
and then a yellow one, which was Intuition, and 
so on. With the utmost assurance I stepped from 
spool to spool, and was soon at the top, without 
a mishap. 

On arriving, I beheld a most wonderful sight. 
There walked men and women hand in hand, naked 
and unashamed. Near at hand were pools of 
placid waters where all bathed together as bliss- 
fully innocent as babes. Aquariums of gold-fishes 
were scattered here and there throughout the 
verdant valley. There were to be seen white 
marble buildings three and four stories high, with 
limpid waters pouring from their lofty porches 
like mighty fountains. Gigantic trees were scat- 
tered over the wide expanse, all in purple blossoms 
which hung in great clusters fully two feet in 
length. Little children were seen whose beautiful 
bodies shone resplendently, radiating wisdom. In 



PSYCHIC DREAMS AND VISIONS 45 

the vista were visible a series of wonderful, sunk- 
en gardens, each modelled on some different and 
original design, together with acres upon acres of 
magnificent cedar trees, glinting with green and 
gold, loftier than the cedars of Lebanon. 

Such a sight of beauty could be imagined only 
as existing on some planet remote from earth, 
and it filled my soul with rapture and caused my 
being to thrill with feelings of sublimity and 
peace. Who would not mount the steps to view 
this wondrous land of peace and freedom, where 
Truth reigns supreme? Not every one, to be sure, 
is ready for the steps — many must travel the 
long road of experience, but ALL will arrive some 
time. 

The vision faded and I rose from my chair, 
and lay down to rest. A few weeks later found 
me alone in the world as regards human compan- 
ionship, but not alone in spirit. Since that time, 
every day has been a day of prayer for deeper 
illumination of Truth. I often thank God from 
my heart that I have courage and the will to be 
and to remain alone. 

An Astral Automobile Ride 

Let those who will with pleasure fill 
The time of their earthly mission, 
There's a higher love, for those above 
Who rise to that condition. 
Life is a school and many a fool 
Is wasting the precious chance, 
Given all for a test, it must be confessed, 
Like snails they seem to advance. 

***** 

Everyone advancing along the path of unfold- 
ment becomes the recipient of many symbolic 



46 PSYCHIC DREAMS AND VISIONS 

visions which are given him for encouragement. 
I remember one evening I sat curled up in a big 
chair, reading a book on Truth, when I fell asleep 
and dreamed that I heard a rap on the door, 
which I opened, and there stood the beautiful 
spirit of a youth of about seventeen. He was 
dressed in white, etherial garments, with sandals 
on his feet. I spoke to him, and said, "Good 
evening, won't you come in ?" He said, "Florence, 
I have brought my automobile to take you for a 
ride." 

As he stepped a little to one side, I beheld the 
most beautiful, solid silver automobile imaginable. 
Everything was of silver but the seats, which 
were of gold, and it was illuminated by hundreds 
of little electric lights, red, white and blue in 
color. I stood speechless, filled with admiration. 
"Who would not want to ride in such a beautiful 
car!" I exclaimed. Then I glanced down at my 
garments to see if they were clean, so that they 
would not soil the car in any way, and was sur- 
prised to note that they were of the same etherial 
substance as his, only mine were yellow and white, 
while his were pure white. 

He assisted me into the car, taking his seat 
by my side, and immediately we dashed down the 
road, through the city, and out into the country. 
The appearance of the car fascinated me, so that 
for once I was not attracted by the passing scen- 
ery. After awhile we drew up on the shore of a 
large lake. It was a beautiful sheet of water, 
placid and smooth as glass, the surface undis- 
turbed by a single ripple. 

He then led me across a strip of green lawn 
and there suspended perpendicularly and waving 



PSYCHIC DREAMS AND VISIONS 47 

in the air was a rope ladder, which I knew was 
meant for me to climb, and yet it seemed to me 
no human being could accomplish the feat. I 
looked at him as he wended his way back to the 
auto, and I felt that I dared not return a failure. 
I hesitated but a moment and then, grasping the 
sides of the ladder firmly, I began to climb rung 
after rung. When about half way up I stopped, 
apparently to look back, but I was afraid I should 
get dizzy and fall, so on I went. Finally I reached 
the top and there, stretched down to meet me, was 
the hand of LOVE. Clasped in its strong arms, I 
awoke. 

The Lighthouse of Truth 

Oft, in our toilsome days, 

We come 
To the parting of the ways, 

And some 
Invisible guide appears 

To show 
The path through the coming years. 

We go 
On to old age, from our youth, 

Learning 
The lessons of higher truth, 

Returning 
Again and again to earth; 

Perfecting 
That which alone is of worth, 

Rejecting 
All the rest as vanity, 

ExpressinP r 
That foolish insanity, 

Obsessing 
The whole of humanity. 

***** 

I have found that just in the degree that we 
open ourselves to the inflow of spiritual vitality 
and power, just in that degree will we receive. 



48 PSYCHIC DREAMS AND VISIONS 

One evening as I sat in the silence with eyes closed 
to material objects, I saw appearing before me 
a bridge connecting the material and spiritual 
worlds, and I seemed to stand with one foot on 
the material and the other on the spiritual plane. 
As I did so, I gazed beyond and saw a happy group 
of spirit friends, all gowned in immaculate white- 
ness, tripping joyously along together hand in 
hand, and heard a band of music that thrilled me 
through and through. I saw approaching a car, 
somewhat resembling our electric car, and in this 
were seated the members of the band, all young 
men dressed in white and gold uniforms of daz- 
zling beauty. All their instruments were appar- 
ently of gold and silver, and they were playing a 
celestial symphony, more exquisite by far than 
any earthly music I had ever heard. I was so en- 
thralled by these heavenly strains, that I actually, 
for the time being, left my body and floated out 
in the astral form, borne upon the vibrant har- 
monies. 

As the music ceased, I returned to my body, 
and as I lay thinking of my experience, I fell 
asleep, and dreamed that I was standing at the 
cross-roads. Two divergent paths lay before me, 
both illumined by the shining sun as far as the 
eye could reach. But as I stood trying to deter- 
mine which one to take, shading my eyes with 
my hand and looking far into the distance, I de- 
tected in one of them a small, black speck. At 
this I shuddered, and instantly turned to look at 
the other path, which appeared more golden still 
in the sunlight. Then, a short distance ahead, I 
beheld a large, white-stone building, about six 
stories high. At the windows were to be seen 



PSYCHIC DREAMS AND VISIONS 49 

iron bars, and I thought to myself, what can such 
a beautiful building possibly want with iron bars 
at the windows? This looked a little ominous to 
me and I turned to look again down the other 
path, and was amazed to see that the speck had 
developed into a black forest, not merely dark, 
but pitch black. I shuddered again, and as I 
looked down at the footprints on the sand, I real- 
ized that I had just emerged from that dark place, 
which looked more like a dungeon than anything 
else. 

So, without further hesitation, I walked along 
the golden path, and as I looked up at the window 
again, I was surprised to see there the face of 
my mother appearing between the bars. She 
waved her handkerchief to me as though in dis- 
tress. With a bound I dashed up the front steps, 
and swung open the big iron doors to look for the 
stairs, when to my astonishment, I gazed into a 
lion's den. The big, angry beasts were growling, 
walking back and forth. The only possible ap- 
proach to the stairs was to go through this den of 
lions. I stood there with my hand on the iron- 
barred gate, and stared calmly into the eyes of 
the beasts, until they began to huddle peaceably 
into one corner. Then, cautiously I opened the 
gate and stepped into the den, never for a moment 
removing my eyes from the beasts. Locking the 
gate behind me, I crossed the large den, and open- 
ing the opposite gate, stepped safely out. 

Rushing up the stairs, I found mother, and 
picking her up in my arms, came down the stairs, 
and once more passed through the lion's den, and 
out into the sunlight again, where I put her down 
in the Path of Truth and walked on. As I con- 



50 PSYCHIC DREAMS AND VISIONS 

tinued on down the path, I prayed for more illu- 
mination and saw in the distance a golden ball of 
soft, yellow light, whereupon I stood quite still 
and it began to come nearer and nearer, until at 
last I had to move back a few steps to admire it. 
It proved to be a light-house of marvelous con- 
struction. I put forth my hand to touch what 
appeared to be the solid brick, and I observed that 
they were made altogether of precious stones. I 
was satisfied, for I realized this to be the light of 
Truth, and with this thought, I awoke. 

A Vision of the Land of Freedom 

Filled with the vision of freedom's land, 
At the foot of the mountain I stand, 
Others I see there gazing on high, 
But without wings, attempting to fly — 
Thoughtless the icy path essaying 
The penalty of their ignorance paying, 
Blind to the footprints of all sages, 
Imbedded in the rock of ages. 
This is a path "no vulture's eye hath seen" 
Trodden by few indeed the path has been 
Only those guided by higher reason 
Discern the way, or place, or season. 

The following dream which I had some time 
later I consider very wonderful. It has been the 
means of giving me great courage in my climb 
upward. 

I fell asleep one night and dreamed I was 
dressing to attend a party. On arriving at my 
friend's house where the party was to be held, 
I saw that the house and grounds had been beau- 
tifully illuminated for the occasion, and I was 
ushered into the parlor where a merry crowd had 
assembled. I sat down for a few moments, and 



PSYCHIC DREAMS AND VISIONS 5 1 

then, as I do not ever care to mingle in crowds, I 
quietly slipped out and shut the door, intending 
to crawl away by myself somewhere. I walked 
through a long hall, and seeing a door at the 
opposite end, I opened it to find myself at the 
head of a flight of stairs. I closed the door and 
began descending. As I did so, I examined the 
steps closely, and found that they consisted of 
large, square stones, so ancient that they were 
crumbling into dust. At the foot of the stairs the 
sand was of a reddish color, and the room into 
which the stairway emerged appeared to be in a 
condition of decay, everything looked so very, very 
old. I walked around the cellar, and out from 
somewhere came my wonderful red Indian. I 
looked at him and said, "I am so glad to see you 
again; I did not know that you were down here." 
Just then a lovely Indian maiden appeared. As 
she greeted me, she informed me that her name 
was "Water Lily." 

"And do you live in this ancient place?" I 
asked. 

"No," she replied, "but we are both here to 
see you." 

"Tell me," I said, "about this strange place." 

She pointed in front of her, and there appeared 
a very high mountain, covered with ice and snow. 
Trying to climb this mountain were quite a num- 
ber of people, crawling on their hands and knees. 
The more they struggled to advance the more they 
slipped back. 

"Why are they trying to climb that mountain, 
and what is there at the top ?" I asked. 

"The Land of Freedom," she said. 

As she said this I looked down in the sand 



52 PSYCHIC DREAMS AND VISIONS 
and saw two footprints. I turned away from her, 
and walking around the large cellar where we 
were, I followed these footprints round and round, 
until I realized that I, too, was climbing that same 
mountain to the Land of Freedom. But in my 
path there was neither snow nor ice, nothing but 
sunshine, and the two footprints in the sand. 

I walked on and on, and had got about half way 
up the mountain when I was met by an old man 
with a long, white beard, staff in hand. Looking 
at him, I said, "Who are you?" And he replied, 
"Reason." Then he took me by the hand and said, 
"Where are you going?" I replied that I was 
going to the same place those people were en- 
deavoring to reach, but seeing these two foot- 
prints in the sand, I followed them, knowing that 
I could never arrive at the top by trying to climb 
the mountain of snow and ice. 

The old man said to me, "You are right; all 
who hope to arrive must come this way." 

I said to him, "I see but two footprints ; have 
only two people arrived in that Land of Free- 
dom?" 

"It was ages and ages ago," he replied, "that 
these last two people climbed this mountain to- 
gether — a man and a woman." 

As he said this he pointed to the top, and look- 
ing, I saw standing there, their arms entwined 
about each other, with a bright halo encircling 
their heads, a man and a woman. 

I said to him eagerly, "I want to go there too, 
but before I go, tell me, should I not go to those 
who are trying to climb the mountain by the icy 
path, and tell them to follow the footprints as I 
have done?" 



PSYCHIC DREAMS AND VISIONS 53 

"No/' he replied, "they must seek the right 
path for themselves; no one can save another." 
Thereupon we started to finish the journey to- 
gether up the mountain to the Land of Freedom, 
and I awoke. 

This dream reminds me so much of one of 
Olive Schreiner's that I have since read, that I 
here insert it for the benefit of those who have 
not already read it, to show that others have had 
similar visions of the Land of Freedom. 

As I traveled across an African plain the sun shone 
down hotly. Then I drew my horse up under a mimosa 
tree, and I took the saddle from him and left him to feed 
among the parched bushes. And all to the right and left 
stretched the brown earth. And I sat down under the 
tree, because the heat beat fiercely, and all along the 
horizon the air throbbed. And after awhile a heavy drows- 
iness came over me, and I laid my head against my saddle, 
and fell asleep there. And in my sleep, I had a curious 
dream. 

I thought I stood on the border of a great desert, 
and the sand blew about everywhere. And I thought I 
saw two great figures like beasts of burden of the desert, 
and one lay upon the sand with its neck stretched out, and 
one stood by it. And I looked curiously at the one that 
lay on the ground, for it had a great burden on its back, 
and the sand was thick about it so that it seemed to have 
piled over it for centuries. 

And I looked very curiously at it. And there stood 
one beside me watching. And I said to him, "What is this 
huge creature who lies here on the sand?" And he said, 
"This is a woman; she who bears men in her body." And 
I said, "Why does she lie here motionless with the sand 
piling around her?" And he answered, "Listen, I will 
tell you! Ages and ages long she has lain here, and the 
wind has blown over her. The oldest, oldest man living 
has never seen her move; the oldest, oldest book records 
that she lay here then, as she lies here now, with the sand 
about her. But listen! Older than the oldest book, older 
than the oldest recorded memory of man, on the Rocks of 
Language, on the hard-baked clay of Ancient Customs, 
now crumbling to decay, are found the marks of her foot- 
steps! Side by side with him who stands beside her you 
may trace them; and you know that she who lies there 
once wandered free over the rocks with him." 

And I said, "Why does she lie there now?" 



54 PSYCHIC DREAMS AND VISIONS 

And he said, "I take it, ages ago the Age-of-dominion- 
of -muscular-force found her, and when she stooped low to 
give suck to her young, and her back was broad, he put 
his burden of subjection on to it, and tied it on with the 
broad band of Inevitable Necessity. Then she looked at 
the earth and the sky, and knew there was no hope for 
her; and she lay down on the sand with the burden she 
could not loosen. Ever since she has lain here. And the 
ages have come, and the ages have gone, but the band of 
Inevitable Necessity has not been cut." And I looked and 
saw in her eyes the terrible patience of the centuries^ 
the ground was wet with her tears, and her nostrils blew 
up the sand. 

And I said, "Has she ever tried to move?" 

And he said, "Sometimes a limb has quivered. But 
she is wise; she knows she cannot rise with the burden 
on her." 

And I said, "Why does not HE who stands by her 
leave her and go on?" 

And he said, "He cannot. Look — " 

And I saw a broad band passing along the ground 
from one to the other, and it bound them together. 

He said, "While she lies there, he must stand and 
look across the desert." 

And I said, "Does he know why he cannot move?" 

And he said, "No." 

And I heard a sound of something cracking, and I 
looked, and I saw the band that bound the burden on to 
her back broken asunder: and the burden rolled on to 
the ground. 

And I said, "What is this?" 

And he said, "The Age-of-muscular-force is dead. 
The Age-of-nervous-force has killed him with the knife 
he holds in his hand; and silently and invisibly he has 
crept up to the woman, and with that knife of Mechanical 
Invention he has cut the band that bound the burden to 
her back. The Inevitable Necessity is broken. She might 
rise now." 

And I saw that she still lay motionless on the sand, 
with her eyes open and her neck stretched out. And she 
seemed to look for something on the far-off border of the 
desert that never came. And I wondered if she were 
awake or asleep. And as I looked her body quivered, and 
a light came into her eyes, like when a sunbeam breaks 
into a dark room. 

I said, "What is it?" 

He whispered, "Hush! the thought has come to her, 
'Might I not rise'?" 

And I looked. And she raised her head from the 
sand, and I saw the dent where her neck had lain so long. 



PSYCHIC DREAMS AND VISIONS 55 

And she looked at the earth, and she looked at the sky, 
and she looked at him who stood by her; but he looked 
out across the desert. 

And I saw her body quiver; and she pressed her front 
knees to the earth, and veins stood out; and I cried, "She 
is going to rise!" 

But only her sides heaved, and she lay still where she 
was. 

But her head she held up; she did not lay it down 
again. And he beside me said, "She is very weak. See, 
her legs have been crushed under her long." 

And I saw the creature struggle; and the drops stood 
out on her. 

And I said, "Surely he who stands beside her will help 
her?" 

And he beside me answered, "He cannot help her; 
SHE MUST HELP HERSELF. Let her struggle 'till she 
is strong." 

And I cried, "At least he will not hinder her! See, he 
moves farther from her, and tightens the cord between 
them, and he drags her DOWN." 

And he answered, "He does not understand. When 
she moves she draws the band that binds them, and hurts 
him, and he moves further from her. The day will come 
when he will understand, and will know what she is doing. 
Let her once stagger to her knees. In that day he will 
stand close to her, and look into her eyes with sympathy." 
And she stretched her neck, and the drops fell from her. 
And the creature rose an inch from the earth and sank 
back. 

And I cried, "Oh, she is too weak! she cannot walk! 
The long years have taken all her strength from her. Can 
she never move?" 

And he answered me, "See the light in her eyes!" 

And slowly the creature staggered on to its knees. 



And I awoke; and all to the east and to the west 
stretched the barren earth, with the dry bushes on it. 
The ants ran up and down in the red sand, and the heat 
beat fiercely. I looked up through the thin branches of 
the tree at the blue sky overhead. I stretched myself, and 
I mused over the dream I had had. And I fell asleep 
again, with my head on my saddle. And in the fierce heat 
I had another dream. 

I saw a desert and I saw a woman coming out of it. 
And she came to the bank of a dark river; and the bank 
was steep and high. And on it an old man met her, who 
had a long white beard; and a stick that curled was in 
his hand, and on it v/as written "Reason". And he asked 



56 PSYCHIC DREAMS AND VISIONS 

her what she wanted; and she said, "I am a woman; and 
I am seeking for the land of FREEDOM." 

And he said, "It is before you." 

And she said, "I see nothing before me but a dark 
flowing river, and a bank steep and high, and cuttings 
here and there with heavy sand in them." 

And he said, "And beyond that?" 

And she said, "I see nothing, but sometimes, when I 
shade my eyes with my hand, I think I see on the further 
bank trees and hills, and the sun shining on them!" 

He said, "That is the land of FREEDOM." 

She said, "How am I to get there?" 

He said, "There is one way, and one only. Down the 
banks of Labor through the water of SUFFERING. There 
is no other." 

She said, "Is there no bridge?" 

He answered, "None." 

She said, "Is the water deep?" 

He said, "Very deep." 

She said, "Is the floor worn?" 

He said, "It is. Your foot may slip at any time, and 
you may be lost." 

She said, "Have any crossed already?" 

He said, "Some have TRIED!" 

She said, "Is there a track to show where the best 
fording is?" 

He said, "It has to be made." 

She shaded her eyes with her hand; and she said, "I 
will go." 

And he said, "You must take off the clothes you wore 
in the desert; they are dragged down by them who go 
into the water so clothed." 

And she threw from her gladly the mantle of Ancient- 
received-opinions she wore, for it was worn full of holes. 
And she took the girdle from her waist that she had 
treasured so long, and the moths flew out of it in a cloud. 
And he said, "Take the shoes of Dependence off your feet." 
And she stood there naked, but for one WHITE garment 
that clung close to her. 

And he said, "That you may keep. So they wear 
clothes in the land of FREEDOM. In the water it buoys; 
it always swims." 

And I saw on its breast was written TRUTH; and it 
was white; the sun had not often shone upon it, the other 
clothes had covered it up. And he said, "Take this stick; 
hold it fast. In that day when it slips from your hand 
you are lost. Put it down before you; feel your way." 

And she said, "I am ready; let me go." 

And he said, "No — but stay; what is that — in your 
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PSYCHIC DREAMS AND VISIONS 57 

She was silent. 

He said, "Open it, and let me see." 

And she opened it. And against her breast was a 
tiny thing, who drank from it, and the yellow curls above 
his forehead pressed against it; and his knees were drawn 
up to her, and he held her breasts fast with his hands. 
And REASON said, "Who is he, and what is he doing 
here?" 

And she said, "See his little wings — " 

And REASON said, "Put him down." 

And she answered, "He is asleep, and he is drinking! 
I will carry him to the land of FREEDOM. He has been 
a child so long, so long I have carried him. In the land of 
FREEDOM, he will be a man. We will walk together 
there, and his great white wings will overshadow me. He 
has lisped one word only to me in the desert, PASSION! 
I have dreamed he might learn to say FRIENDSHIP in 
that land." 

And REASON said, "Put him DOWN!" 

And she said, I will carry him so — with one arm, 
and with the other I will fight the water." 

He said, "Lay him down on the ground. When you 
are in the water you will forget to fight, you will think 
only of him. Lay him down." He said, "He will not die. 
When he finds you have left him alone, he will open his 
wings and fly. He will be in the land of FREEDOM be- 
fore you. Those who reach the land of FREEDOM, the 
first hand they see stretching down the bank to help them 
shall be LOVE'S. He will be a man then, not a child. In 
your breast he cannot thrive; put him down that he may 
grow." 

And she took her bosom from his mouth, and he bit 
her, so that the blood ran down on the ground. And she 
laid him down on the earth; and she covered her wound. 
And she bent and stroked his wings. And I saw the 
hair on her forehead turn white as snow, and she had 
changed from youth to age. 

And she stood far off on the bank of the river. And 
she said, "For what do I go to this far land which no 
one has ever reached? OH, I AM ALONE! I AM UT- 
TERLY ALONE!" And REASON, that old man, said to 
her, "Silence! what do you hear?" 

And she listened intently, and she said, "I hear a 
sound of feet, a thousand times ten thousand, and thous- 
ands of thousands, and they beat this way." He said, 
"They are the feet of those that shall follow you. Lead 
on! make a track to the water's edge! Where you stand 
now, the ground will be beaten flat by ten thousand times 
ten thousand feet." And he said, "Have you seen the 
locusts how they cross a stream? First one comes down 



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to the water's edge, and it is swept away, and then comes 
another, and then another, and then another, and at last 
with their bodies piled up a bridge is built and the rest 
pass over." 

She said, "And of those that come first, some are 
swept away, and are heard of no more; their bodies do not 
even build the bridge?" "And what of that?" he said 
"And what of that?" she said. "They make a track to the 
water's edge." And she said, "Over that bridge which 
shall be built with our bodies, who will pass?" 

He said, "The ENTIRE RACE." 

And the woman grasped her staff. 

And I saw her turn down that dark path to the river. 



And I awoke; and all about me was the yellow after- 
noon light; the sinking sun lit up the fingers of the milk 
bushes; and my horse stood by me quietly feeding. And 
I turned on my side, and I watched the ants run by thous- 
ands in the red sand. I thought I would go on my way 
now — the afternoon was cooler. Then a drowsiness crept 
over me again and I laid back my head and fell asleep. 

And I dreamed a dream. 

I dreamed I saw a land. And on the hills walked 
brave men and brave women hand in hand. And they 
looked into each other's eyes, and they were not afraid. 

And I saw the women also hold each other's hands. 

And I said to him besides me, "What place is this?" 

And he said, "This is heaven." 

And I said, "Where is it?" 

And he answered, "On earth." 

And I said, "When shall these things be?" 

And he answered, "IN THE NEAR FUTURE." 

And I awoke, and all about me was the sunset light; 
and on the low hills the sun lay, and a delicious' coolness 
had crept over everything; and the ants were going slowly 
home. And I walked toward my horse, who stood quietly 
feeding. Then the sun passed down behind the hills; but 
I knew that the next day he would rise again. 

— Taken from Olive Schreiner's 
book, entitled "Three Dreams." 



An Astral Visit to Mars 

From out the confines of my earthly home 

Asleep, I lightly slip, 
And, clothed in astral form, at will I roam 

On a marvelous ship. 
The earth appears a yawning gulf, and soon 

As on and on we fly, 
Assumes the aspect of a giant moon. 

We go so very high. 
No sense remains of height, depth or direction 

Nor, I might say, of aught 
But growing astral orbs and their reflection. 

And thus it was I sought 
A landing on the crimson shores of Mars, 

Planet of mystery, 
Strange wanderer 'mid a host of glittering stars, 

To gain its history. 
Raphael, thrice-master of aerial realms, 

Afforded me this trip 
Whose wondrous revelations sense o'erwhelms. 



My next, and in some respects most remark- 
able, psychic experience, was a trip to the planet 
Mars. I retired as usual this night, and falling 
asleep, I heard three loud raps on my door, and 
said, "Come in!" As no one appeared, I arose, 
and opened the door, and standing there was the 
same young man I previously rode with in the 
silver automobile. 

He said that he had some friends down stairs 
whom he wanted me to meet, so I passed out of 
the door and was about to go down stairs, when 
I bethought myself that I had not closed the door, 
and returned to my room to do this. As I did so, 
I plainly saw my body lying on the bed asleep. I 
looked at myself and then at the body, and I said, 
"I am here and I am there also," and it then oc- 
curred to me that I had separated myself before 
from my body, so closing the door, I rejoined my 

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companion. We passed out of the front door and 
down the steps, and there, waiting for us, was an 
airship, in which were seated two friends of the 
young man. Both greeted me pleasantly, and my 
companion assisted me to get seated, placing me 
with my back to the two fellows, he facing me in 
the opposite direction. 

This airship that we were in was of the ancient 
Atlantean type, but much smaller, seating just 
four passengers comfortably. When we started, 
I could hear the buzz and vibration of the motor 
as w r e sped upward in the air. We soon attained 
a terrific speed, going so fast and so quickly that 
one had a sensation of being at rest. 

My companion said to me, "If you wish, you 
can look over the car on the places we are pass- 
ing and I will call out their names to you." I 
replied that I did not care to do this, that I was 
enjoying the ride. But I could not seem to under- 
stand why I had been seated with my back to 
the others, so that I had to look backward while 
they looked forward. With this thought in mind, 
I turned round quickly, and as I did so my breath 
was nearly cut off, so tremendous was the rate 
of speed at which we were going. Gasping for 
breath, I quickly turned back, realizing then well 
enough why I had been placed in that position. 
This experience taught me that one really 
breathes on astral-flights, as long as the soul re- 
mains attached to the natural body. 

In what seemed a marvelously short space of 
time my companion announced that we had ar- 
rived at our destination. They assisted me out 
of the machine, and I stepped on what appeared 
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PSYCHIC DREAMS AND VISIONS 61 

me, I got the impression that we were on a com- 
paratively new planet, just in the process of for- 
mation. This impression was gained from an ob- 
servation of the novel method of production. 
Things were not growing out of the ground as 
on the earth, but everything appeared to be hid- 
den and to be brought forth as desired by mag- 
ical processes. 

We walked hand in hand over the ground 
which in places was very rough. All at once I 
remarked that I was hungry. My companion 
made a few passes in the air with his hands, and 
there appeared a tree, and on the tree a fruit 
which resembled our cocoanuts. He picked one 
and cut open the top with a knife and held it out 
to me, saying, "Drink!" I placed it to my lips 
and drank the contents, which was like thick 
cream. I found it very refreshing, and asked if 
I might be permitted to pick one to carry home. 
Thereupon he placed another in my hand, which I 
carried with me all the time I was on the trip, 
but was disappointed to find that I did not have 
it when I awoke. 

Then he took me to see some wonderful canals 
that were under process of construction, and I 
saw that the workers were possessed of what we 
would term magical power also, for whenever they 
wanted to move anything like a heavy machine, 
they would make certain passes in the air, and 
instantly the object would be lifted, or moved 
according to their wish. 

As this trip was mostly symbolic of alchemic 
processes, I will not attempt to relate here all that 
I saw, as, without due explanation, it would not 
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the jet-black Crow, with the gold-lined wings, the 
pure white Doves of Diana building their nest in 
the tree of Yggdrasil, the Golden Swans sailing 
away on the crystalline sea of Amaranth, and the 
blood-red Phoenix rising from the heart of the 
Sun. The men of Mars are men of wonderful ap- 
pearance, and unexcelled in wisdom. They were 
dressed in long, flowing robes of purple, with 
saffron sandals on their feet. 

As I saw them, they were engaged in uncover- 
ing casket after casket of wonderful treasures, of 
which I shall have occasion to speak more in the 
future. After viewing some most astonishing 
things, I announced that I was ready to return, 
and was conducted once more to the airship, 
placed as before with my back to the party, 
whereupon we began our trip back to earth. I 
awoke gasping for breath, alarmed at my rapidly 
beating heart which was struggling to regain its 
normal vibration as consciousness slowly returned. 

In aspiring to these journeys, which are popu- 
larly called "soul-flights," though a much better 
term might be invented for them, one should con- 
tent himself at first with short flights about this 
earth, before essaying longer ones to the planets, 
as he can thus acquire the knowledge of a most 
important matter, that of again recovering con- 
sciousness in the corporeal form, after it has been 
discarded by the astral. It is, after a long absence, 
difficult to steady the fluttering heart, and restore 
it to its accustomed vibration, and frequently, if 
one is not already an adept, this connection may 
be permanently severed. It is not a business for 
amateurs to experiment with. 

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any place I wish. For instance, I recently took 
a trip from Florida to one of the Northern states 
to the home of my former husband, where I found 
him eating supper with his companion, and stood 
near enough to touch him, and hear their conver- 
sation. I saw distinctly what they had for lunch 
even. They were, of course, wholly unaware of 
my presence. People bound up in materiality, 
before the spiritual faculty awakens, may be said 
to be as blind as bats, and as thick as a stone wall. 
They little know what is going on about them. If 
they only knew that every movement was ob- 
served, and every thought was known, they would 
be more careful of what they do and think. 

When, as I intend later to do, I shall have 
placed at the disposition of my readers the facts 
of existence on these distant planes as they have 
been revealed to me in various astral-flights, it 
will prove not only a revelation, but will be a revo- 
lution of existing theories, most of which are 
naturally wide of the mark. That people live on 
all the planets, each and every race differing 
widely in appearance, in habits, occupations, and, 
more than all, in mental status, is a fact that has 
come under my repeated observation. A com- 
plete study of these races will be possible only 
through a deeper unfoldment of the psychic fac- 
ulty of man. 



Restoration of the Christ 

A woman's form at dawn is seen 

Keeping her vigil by the tomb. 
What can the sign and symbol mean 

But that her light dispels the gloom ? 
For Christ lies dead until reborn 

Within the woman's heart of love, 
Then comes the resurrection morn 

And angels sing their songs above. 
By her, the word is preached to men 

In the coming dispensation, 
And Christ is only born again 

Through her divine creation. 



My next dream I found to be a very good lesson 
to me in another way. I dreamed I was walking 
through a large building in the center of which 
were long corridors with rooms on either side. As 
I passed one certain room, I noticed the door 
slightly ajar. I looked in, and on the bed lay the 
most beautiful baby boy I had ever seen. Push- 
ing the door further open, I walked over to the 
baby and picking it up in my arms pressed it to 
my heart, laying it down again reluctantly. 

I shall never forget the vision of that child, 
its little head a cluster of golden curls, its large 
violet-blue eyes shining like stars, and the little 
cheeks looking like the rosy-red cheek of an apple. 
I gazed long and earnestly at the lovely babe, 
wishing it were mine. I stepped out again into 
the hall, and closing the door walked on further, 
when I came to another door ajar. I looked in 
and there on the bed lay the Virgin Mary. I 
recognized her by her features and the halo about 
her head, having had a previous vision of her. I 
went up to the bed, and said, 'What, you here, 
sick in bed, and you the Virgin Mary I Why are 

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you sick ?" She pointed to a glass casket that was 
on the bed, and looking in this I saw lying there 
the Christ-child, dead! 

Even in my dream I understood the symbol. 
Opening the casket, I took the dead baby in my 
arms, kissed it, and pressed it to my warm breast 
repeatedly, until it began to move, and after a 
little while to coo and smile at me. Then I gave 
it back to the mother, who was immediately made 
well, and rose from the bed. Again I walked down 
the hall and outside the building, where a crowd 
of people was standing. I went over to them and 
said, "What are you all waiting for?" And they 
replied, "We are waiting for a minister, who is 
to be chosen to preach to us." Just then a mes- 
senger from heaven dropped down beside me, 
and placing a scroll in my hand, disappeared. I 
realized when I had brought the dead Christ-child 
to life that it had an important meaning, but the 
full significance did not dawn upon me until the 
scroll was placed in my hands and then I knew 
I was the chosen one. Looking long at the scroll 
which I held, I led the way to a small white 
marble temple that stood close by, and as we were 
going up the steps I observed on the door three 
golden figures, "999," whereupon I awoke. The 
number nine is the symbol of mastership, and 
three nines signify "Thrice Master." 

A Trip to Grandmother's Spirit Home 

I visioned the viewless unseen, 

I beheld what seers only see. 
I scanned the long vistas between, 

And fathomed life's mystery. 

***** 

One Tuesday afternoon, while alone, busy, 
sewing in my little home, I was surprised to hear 



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a sweet voice say, "I want my sister Florence." 
Looking around, I saw standing in the doorway 
my baby sister, Laura, who had passed over some 
years before. I held out my arms to her, and, as 
she came toward me smiling, I observed that she 
was carrying in her hand a basket of white lilies. 

She came to my side and placing the basket 
on my lap said, "I picked these lilies for you from 
grandma's garden, and she sent you this message 
with her love : 'Friday night/ " I bent down to 
press a kiss on her sweet, little face, and was 
about to clasp her in my arms when she vanished 
from sight. 

"Friday night," I thought to myself, what a 
strange message! What was to happen Friday? 
All I could do was to wait patiently and see what 
would happen. Friday came and went without 
special occurrence. At night I retired as usual 
and fell asleep. I was awakened very suddenly 
by three loud raps on the door. I sat up in bed, 
and called out, "Come in!" and then, as I looked 
about the room, I saw no walls, for I could readily 
see through into the next room and out into the 
hall. It all appeared like one room. Coming 
toward me was the spirit of the young man that 
had taken me on the trips I have related. I arose 
to greet him. As I did so, I glanced at the clock 
on the dresser; it was just two o'clock and I had 
retired at nine. I looked at the bed and my body 
was still there, apparently asleep. 

He took me by the hand and we passed into the 
hall, and down stairs into the street, from which 
we began to make our ascent. I said to him, "Is 
it not strange that I can float up into the air just 
as you can?" 



PSYCHIC DREAMS AND VISIONS 67 

"No, not strange/' he replied, "because you are 
functioning in your astral body." 

"Where are we going?" I asked. 

"To see your grandma," he replied. 

We had not risen far above the buildings, be- 
fore we began to meet many people, all of whom 
appeared to be very busy, some going one way and 
some another, just as we see them in earth life. 

I said to him, "Why, these people act just as 
they might have done in earth life!" 

"Yes," he responded, "they do not yet realize 
that they are anywhere else but on the earth." 

"Is it possible?" I said. "How pitiful! And 
how long will it be before they awaken to the 
realization of their condition ?" 

"They are entering this sphere every day!" 
he replied. "Some have been here as long as ten 
years of your time, some fifty years, and some 
hundreds of years, all unconscious of the fact." 

I have never forgotten the impression that this 
sight and a knowledge of the facts as he revealed 
them made upon me. 

We passed on up higher and entered another 
plane where the people seemed much different in 
many ways. They, at least, realized where they 
were, living there with their loved ones as they 
did, in beautiful homes. I met there two ladies 
that I had known in the earth life some years pre- 
viously. They shook hands with me, and appeared 
to remember me, as well as though they had just 
left me a week or so before. 

We passed on further and finally stopped at a 
little white cottage set back on a beautiful lawn, 
surrounded by the loveliest flower beds I had seen 
since I left England. I was surprised at the evi- 



68 PSYCHIC DREAMS AND VISIONS 

dence of so much neatness and taste in culture, 
and such beauty in design as was exhibited in 
these grounds. As I wandered about, my com- 
panion plucked quantities of various blossoms and 
filled my arms with them. 

Glancing at the cottage near by, I saw my 
grandmother sitting there in her wheel-chair, as 
natural as life. I ran quickly across the lawn and 
threw my flowers in her lap, and bending down 
kissed her dear, sweet face time and again. 
"Grandma," I said, "I am so glad to see you once 
more! I haven't seen you for years, but I have 
thought of you so often. I just knew that we 
should meet again up here in this lovely world!" 

"Yes, child," she said, "I am happy here, but 
I am worried about you." 

"About me," I exclaimed, "worried about me? 
Why, grandma, what am I doing to cause you to 
worry ?" 

"It is nothing you are doing," she replied; "I 
am worried about your health. Look," she said, 
"the wild geese are flying over and winter is com- 
ing on, and I am so worried about you !" 

I looked up, and passing over were hundreds 
of wild geese wending their way southward. 

I said to her, "Grandma, dear, I don't want 
you to worry about me ; I am all right, I am per- 
fectly well. But you worry me, sitting here in 
this chair. Why do you not get up and walk? 
You are not living on earth now, and don't have 
to stay in this old chair. I want to see you up 
and walking about your beautiful home, and the 
next time I come to see you, I want you to walk 
out and meet me. I must be going now, grand- 
ma. Goodby." 



PSYCHIC DREAMS AND VISIONS 69 

I stooped to kiss her, and as I did so, my com- 
panion came up the steps, and, taking me by the 
hand, we again started on our journey. We 
seemed to travel on quite a distance, when we 
came to a place where I was unable to move. And 
I said to him, "I cannot move." He smiled and 
pointed over to the right, where I beheld a mar- 
velous sight. There were beautiful, white marble 
buildings with large domes, ancient temples, 
mosques and universities of wonderful architec- 
ture, all illumined with a soft yellow light that 
came from space. 

Many people were to be seen, and they were 
all gowned in flowing white garments, while their 
faces shone as the sun. I desired to enter this 
sphere, and because I could not, I began to weep. 
My tears fell like rain. I looked around for my 
companion. He had gone. I was left alone. Then 
I turned to look down on this planet, earth, and a 
black pall appeared to hang over it, blacker than 
any black cloud I had ever seen. At this I shud- 
dered, and crying out that I did not want to return 
to all this darkness, I awoke, actually crying as 
if my heart would break. It was just six o'clock; 
thus I had been gone exactly four hours. 

Healed by the Power of Faith 

And Peter walked upon the wave 

Led by a Master hand, 
No sinking in a watery grave 

When Faith is in command. 
"I am the resurrection and the life, 

The works I do, are yours." — 
Why, then, succumb to earthly strife, 

When life eternally endures? 

•fC 3^C 9p» 3fC 3pS 

Shortly after this I dreamed that I was in a 
large body of water, sinking, down, down, and 



70 PSYCHIC DREAMS AND VISIONS 

try as I would, I could not rise. It seemed as 
though I had gone down fully a quarter of a mile 
and, just as my foot touched bottom, I looked 
through the water, and there coming toward me, 
surrounded with hundreds of baby angels, was 
the figure of the Christ. Instantly I reached out 
my hands to him, and together we rose to the 
surface and walked upon the water. At this point 
I awoke. 

The following winter I was taken ill, and every 
day I grew worse. Weeks passed into months, 
and still there was no improvement in my condi- 
tion. I had had five doctors, and each diagnosed 
the case differently. They evidently did not know 
what the trouble was. It was, however, shown 
me in a vision wherein I saw a waterfall, the out- 
let of which was choked with stones. This to me 
plainly meant organic disturbance of the kidneys. 
Finally an operation was suggested, which I flatly 
refused to submit to. I was aware that that is 
the final recourse of ignorant medical practition- 
ers, who wish to pad their fees. If I was to die, 
I preferred death by another and less painful 
route. 

What I suffered during these long months, 
God only knows. At last I felt I could stand no 
more. The nurse hastily called the doctor in the 
middle of the night, but before he arrived I had 
a sinking spell, and the cold, clammy, death-sweat 
and failing pulse indicated that the end was near. 
As I lay there rapidly losing consciousness, my 
dream of sinking in the water flashed before me. 
Never once during all those weeks of pain had I 
thought of it. 

The doctor arrived, and as he sat there watch- 



PSYCHIC DREAMS AND VISIONS 71 

ing me, I began to affirm "Life, life!" This was 
a difficult thing to do with hardly a breath left, 
but I reached out with faith into the Christ Con- 
sciousness for the life that the Christ had im- 
parted to me when sinking in the water. Before 
the dawn, the doctor drew a long breath and said, 
"She is better!" The climax was passed. Some 
weeks later found me perfectly well and strong, 
working in a government office, and I have never 
had a sick day since. Such is the healing power 
of the Christ, and yet people will scoff and say 
that the dead are no longer raised, and that 
the days of miracles have passed ! 

Passing of the Old Age 

"Howl ye; for the day of the LORD is at 
hand; it shall come as a destruction from the Al- 
mighty" — Isaiah 13, 6. 

* * * * * 

I will now cite a few visions that relate to the 
coming of the New Jerusalem on earth. In the 
Apocalypse, that wonderful revelation of St. John, 
the mystery book of the Bible, we are promised 
that the old world regimes will be swept away, 
and an entirely new dispensation set in. Accord- 
ing to the prophecy, it is to be an era of peace, 
love and joy where Christ is to reign on earth a 
thousand years. There are also prophecies in 
Daniel, Isaiah, Ezekiel, and other books of the 
Old Testament which seem to refer to the same 
event. 

Several very able scholars, like Professor Tot- 
ten, have put their heads to deciphering these 
prophecies, attempting to solve the chronologies 
given in the ancient texts, so as to get a clew to 



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the probable dates that these occurrences may be 
expected to transpire. It remained for one in- 
spired man, William Redding, to gain, through 
spiritual insight, the TRUE version of this matter, 
which he has ably set forth in his work,* "Our 
Near Future." 

Long before I had read Mr. Redding's book, 
I had visions of this great event, the coming of 
the Age of Peace, which I will relate. In Febru- 
ary of the same year that the war started, I was 
living under the English flag, when one night I 
dreamed I stood on rather a high mountain, and 
looking below, I saw hundreds of people running 
to and fro as though insane. Some were kneeling 
in the streets, others appeared very much excited. 
I walked down from my mountain to enquire of 
the people what the trouble was — what it was 
that was making them act so wild, and a woman 
said to me, "Why, don't you know? Haven't you 
heard there is war?" 

"War?" I said. "Well, what of it? I see no 
reason to act so wild, because of war !" 

I went back up on the mountain thinking that 
they could run wild if they wanted to, I myself 
did not care to join in any such a meelee, and 
while I stood there looking around, a large golden 
Cross appeared in the sky, and as I watched it 
there appeared across the arms of it these words, 
"FLY, FOR MY TIME TO COME IS AT HAND !" 
I knelt down on the mountain, and raising my 
hands, exclaimed, "I am SO GLAD, SO GLAD!" 
Then the Cross disappeared. 

Over to the right was a flag-pole, and flying 

*"Our Near Future," published by E. Loomis, Peekskill- 
on-the-Hudson, N. Y. 



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on the breeze was an English flag, and as I looked 
at it, it suddenly left the pole, and landed at my 
feet. I stooped to pick it up and as I did so, I 
again looked back at the pole, and there flying was 
an American flag. By this I knew that I was to 
return to America. War was declared, as we all 
know, on July the 28th, and a few months later I 
returned to the United States. 

The Word of God 

"They are made ministers according to the 
dispensation of God which is given to them for 
you, to fulfill the word of God." 

*?» H* *i* *K ^K 

Two months later, after the dream which I 
have just narrated, I dreamed that I was standing 
under an immense olive tree. As I stood there 
I heard a voice say, "Waiting for the Word of 
God." In a short time I saw coming toward me 
two men dressed in long purple robes with sandals 
on their feet. As they greeted me I was struck 
with the marked resemblance between the two 
persons. It was impossible to tell one from the 
other. As they turned northward to depart down 
a long, narrow path, illumined by the light of the 
sun, I observed that even their heads were of the 
same dimensions, and both bald, exactly alike. 

I followed along behind them, and as I did so, 
I saw coming out from behind the tree where 
we had been standing, a terrible, evil-looking mon- 
ster. I was on the point of screaming, when I 
looked overhead and saw a most beautiful angel 
clad in white and gold, and in her right hand a 
golden staff, guarding us three as we went, and I 
heard a voice say, "He shall give his angels charge 



74 PSYCHIC DREAMS AND VISIONS 

concerning thee/' And I awoke. This dream re- 
lates to a great event soon to transpire in my 
experience. These men are like the two witnesses 
seen by St. John, the revelator. They are to be 
chosen to lead the elect of God. There is at the 
present time no man spiritual enough to lead these 
elect people, but in time these two will appear. 
This vision emphasizes the fact that the Word of 
God is nigh and the New Jerusalem is AT HAND. 

The Promised Land 

"For behold I create new heavens, and a new 
earth, and I will rejoice in Jerusalem, and joy in 
my people; and it shall come to pass that before 
they call I will answer and while they are yet 
speaking I will hear." 

***** 

Quite recently I had a dream of this Promised 
Land. I myself with a party of friends, took a 
long journey, and when we arrived at our desti- 
nation, there was a lovely home awaiting us. We 
proceeded to explore the house, and I picked up 
several ornaments and nick-nacks on the mantle- 
piece. These were red, white and blue in color, 
in fact, they were the national colors minus the 
stars. 

One of the party suggested that we explore 
the grounds, and with that we passed out into 
the yard, and through the meadow to the edge of 
a hill. From here we looked down into a peaceful 
valley below, where, beside placid pools, the most 
lovely looking animals were grazing with their 
young. Evidently they were not afraid, for they 
came running up to us, rubbing their silky noses 
on our hands and arms, apparently happy that 



PSYCHIC DREAMS AND VISIONS 75 

they were permitted to live in perfect peace. I 
looked around at the luxuriant vegetation, and I 
said, "Who would ever dream that there was war 
here so recently !" Just then a Voice said : "THIS 
is the New Jerusalem/' At that instant a baby 
squirrel jumped from the tree under which I was 
standing on to my arm. All I could say was, 
"How lovely it all is I" Whereupon I awoke. 

Mediumship 

I desire to add a few words here concerning 
psychic powers. Many ask me if I encourage 
mediumship. This is a somewhat difficult ques- 
tion to answer, inasmuch as there is mediumship 
and mediumship. Here, as elsewhere, we find a 
verification of the saying, "A little knowledge is 
a dangerous thing." 

The ideals of most of those aspiring to spiri- 
tual mastership are altogether too low and com- 
monplace. Most people are satisfied with a few 
simple and childish manifestations of spiritual 
power and influence. If a table tips, or they elicit 
a few raps, or get a response to some trifling ques- 
tion, they are perfectly satisfied to rest there — 
that to them is a complete demonstration of spir- 
itualism. They seem to think it incumbent on 
them to prove through such mediumship the fact 
of spiritualism — a fact that stands already prov- 
en, and amply demonstrated in the lives and 
teachings of a long line of sages throughout the 
ages — a fact which virtually requires no more 
demonstration to a reasoning mind than the fact 
that the planets move about the sun, or that the 
seasons come and go with regularity. 



76 PSYCHIC DREAMS AND VISIONS 

If one has no higher idea of mediumship than 
this, and no desire to expand the limited knowl- 
edge which he possesses into a more glorious 
realization, one beyond present conception, and 
one that awaits the intrepid explorer of the higher 
realms of spirit, he had best content himself for 
the present with life on the material plane, where 
he can be guided by his common senses, for it 
is actually dangerous and deleterious mentally and 
physically to play with these forces as exhibited 
on the lower planes of spirit manifestation. 

The great error lies in the popular conception 
of the spiritual realm itself. Most people, trained 
in the orthodox kindergarten of the church, where 
they are accustomed to being regaled with fairy 
stories of the heavenly realm, imagine it to be a 
place of the utmost purity, in which only the most 
transcendant bliss is realizable. They are taught 
that all the evil spirits are segregated either in 
purgatory or hell. Very well, let them hold to 
this conception for the present till they know 
better. But even under this arrangement they 
ought to reason that if angels can come from 
heaven, there is nothing to prevent devils coming 
from hell. 

The truth is that it is not possible for these 
human beings to conceive of either heaven or hell 
as they exist. It is not the place people inhabit, 
but the people themselves, that makes the condi- 
tion what it is. Witness the different degrees and 
grades of mental and spiritual unfoldment on the 
earth plane today, and then realize that you find 
the very same degrees and grades correspondingly 
in the realms beyond. 

The average medium, and spiritualists in gen- 



PSYCHIC DREAMS AND VISIONS 77 

eral, seem to think it a wonderful thing to be 
"controlled" by some spirit force. No doubt it 
is a wonderful thing, but it may also be a most 
vicious thing, for suppose the control be the spirit 
of a drunkard, or a libertine, as it might be, what 
would be the result? Nor do some mediums seem 
to be very particular in regard to their controls. 
Some spirits are most clever at masking their real 
personality. It must be understood that when 
evil persons pass out into the spiritual realm, they 
go precisely as they leave the earth, with the same 
degenerate instincts and habits. Such spirits are 
said to be "earth-bound/' as they cannot or do 
not seem to get away from the earth, but continue 
to mingle freely with the living, just as when they 
were alive. 

Having lost their sense-body, the only way for 
them to indulge the degraded desires and abnor- 
mal appetites they acquired on earth, is to fasten 
themselves upon some mediumistic person, obsess 
him, and use him for their own vile and selfish 
purposes. If the truth were known, two-thirds 
of all the crimes committed in the world are at- 
tributable to such obsession. The courts are just 
beginning to recognize in some instances the force 
of hypnotic suggestion, but judges are as yet 
wholly unawakened as to the power of spirit ob- 
session, which is virtually the same thing as hyp- 
nosis, though of a far more subtle and virulent 
type — more dangerous, because unsuspected. 

To be a genuine medium and be free from such 
obsession is to be master of one's forces, and how 
many ever attain to any such distinction, or try 
to attain it? A person who is in earnest to make 
a career thinks nothing of spending years, or even 



78 PSYCHIC DREAMS AND VISIONS 

a life-time, to perfect himself in his chosen pro- 
fession or trade. He knows that this has to be 
done if he would really succeed. Surely, then, one 
must be willing to give the same amount of time 
and devotion to the unfolding of the spiritual 
faculty, the very highest faculty or sense pos- 
sessed by mankind. Eminence and perfection in 
mediumship as in art is attained only through 
great suffering and self-denial. It requires sub- 
lime faith and fixity of purpose to reach the goal. 
No road to any profession is so long and tedious, 
so dark and dangerous, so unpromising and so 
illy rewarded from a material standpoint. One 
meets, instead of sympathy and encouragement, 
rebuke and scorn, as I have all my life. The cry 
of the crucified Savior has often been on my lips : 
"My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me !" 

Speaking of obsession and the manner in which 
evil spirits sometimes mask themselves, I will cite 
an instance in my own experience. To explain 
this, it seems necessary for me to relate a little 
more of my personal life. 

My second marriage was in many ways a 
happy one. It was entered into purely for com- 
panionship and unfoldment. By mutual agree- 
ment, we eliminated the usual expression of sex 
from our lives, knowing this to be an important 
step in attaining the heights at which we aimed. 
To most people this would have been a terrible 
cross to bear, but that is because they are bound 
to the material world, and have no real spiritual 
aspirations. To us it was no cross, but a compact 
gladly entered into. 

One night I awoke to hear someone softly call- 
ing my name in ardent accents. Looking, I saw a 



PSYCHIC DREAMS AND VISIONS 79 

man kneeling by the bedside, with his arm across 
the coverlet. At first I thought it was my hus- 
band, as the one speaking called me by a pet name 
which no one except my husband ever used. It 
was, indeed, his perfect image in every detail, the 
same face and features, the same voice, the same 
dress. He bent over to kiss me, and as he did 
so my soul recognized that it was but a simulac- 
rum, a masked spirit, attempting to take posses- 
sion of me in this manner. I raised my hand to 
push him away, but I had not the physical 
strength to do so. Exerting all the power of my 
will, realizing instantly what I had to do to con- 
quer him, I arose and forced him to the door, and 
through my husband's room, out into the hall, 
where he disappeared. My exertion was so great, 
the vampire having so depleted my physical 
strength in order to maintain his visible appear- 
ance, that I fell exhausted on the floor. Recover- 
ing, I arose, and saw my husband sound asleep in 
his own bed — a confirmation, if I had needed one, 
of my soul's intuition. 

Nor was that the end of the temptation. I 
had that Thing to fight nearly every other night 
or day for three months afterward. I fought it 
until I was simply worn out and ill from the 
effects. Even in broad daylight, it would spring 
from behind the draperies at me, thinking by tak- 
ing me unawares it would be able to gain posses- 
sion of my mind. . 

Then I bethought myself of the temptation 
of our Lord in the wilderness, and, recognizing 
the tempter as the very same evil force of which 
it is said that it hath power to deceive the very 
elect, I mustered all my volitionary powers, 



80 PSYCHIC DREAMS AND VISIONS 
backed by the calm faith of understanding and 
met the Thing as it next appeared with the af- 
firmation: "Get thee behind me Satan!" Thus I 
overcame the Thing once and for all time. It dis- 
appeared and troubled me no more. 

Following this last experience I had a most 
transcendent vision of the Christ. This was 
shown me by a wonderful master that hovers 
near me. His face I always see in a square mir- 
ror which appears on the wall. On this particu- 
lar occasion the walls and ceiling seemed to van- 
ish and I looked into the blue sky which suddenly 
opened, and there, amid the' mass of spotless 
white clouds, appeared the body of the Christ 
beautifully illumined. His smiling face looked 
down upon me, and he put out his shapely hands 
over me as if in blessing. As he did so, I saw 
hundreds of black hands stretching up to him 
from earth, as if begging for relief, and imme- 
diately the heavens rolled together like a scroll. 
As I lay pondering for a long time on this won- 
derful vision, I got the impression that I was to 
receive the power to bring illumination to the 
hearts of these suppliants. 

One must not expect earthly rewards for 
overcoming. Christ said, "To him that over- 
cometh, a New Name shall be given, and I will 
give him the Morning Star." By the process of 
overcoming, one is transformed and becomes as 
it were a being apart. The "Morning Star" 
symbolizes the brightness of vision. It marks 
the dawning of a new day and the entrance into 
a new world of heavenly experience. 

We surely must master ourselves, before we 
can hope or expect to master others. And how 



PSYCHIC DREAMS AND VISIONS 81 

can one say he is master, so long as he has to 
bow to material elements? Will the waters 
drown him? Will the fire burn him? If he 
falls from a precipice, will he be dashed in 
pieces? If so, then he has not yet attained to 
real mastership, for spirit is amenable to no 
material law whatever. It is master of matter, 
the latter being only a form or expression of 
spirit itself. 

Mediumship, so-called, is only the first step. 
From this it is necessary to go forward on a 
long and arduous journey in order to reach the 
heights. I am not developing my powers for 
any display of mediumship. It is because this 
phase of spiritualism alone has been paraded be- 
fore the public that the majority of people have 
become disgusted with the whole subject, even 
doubting that it. rests on a true foundation. 

The true powers of mediumship, one of the 
most prominent of which is physical healing, 
are considered miraculous, and men have enacted 
laws against the exhibition of the miraculous. 
Such laws as those enacted against spiritual 
healing are instigated and fathered by a low 
form of jealousy which inheres in the medical 
profession as a body. In the same way it re- 
sents any system that appears to deprive some 
member of a fee for services. That is all there 
is to it, and the common people who permit such 
laws to be passed and enforced stand by and 
see their real saviors dragged off to jail, while 
they go on taking the filthy drugs of their dear 
doctors, one patient dropping dead every tick 
of the watch. And they see nothing incongru- 
ous in establishing by law a healing system that 



82 PSYCHIC DREAMS AND VISIONS 
seldom heals, or in repudiating one that heals 
miraculously or in a way they cannot under- 
stand. 

What if Christ were on earth today practic- 
ing the powers of mediumship as he was 1900 
years ago? He would be promptly arrested 
and thrown into jail, as so many of his consci- 
entious disciples have been. 

Why do not the churches endorse the method 
of Christ healing, when Christ distinctly said 
that all his true followers should heal? If the 
ministers are true followers, as they are sup- 
posed to be, why do they not heal? They say 
all this is the work of the devil. This is exactly 
what the Pharisees said to Jesus when he made 
the blind see and the dumb to speak. The 
Pharisees said, "This fellow doth not cast out 
devils but by Beelzebub, the prince of devils." 
And Jesus, knowing their thoughts, said, "Every 
kingdom divided against itself is brought to 
desolation, and every city or house divided 
against itself shall not stand. And if Satan 
cast out Satan, he is divided against himself; 
how then shall his kingdom stand? And if I 
by Beelzebub cast out devils, by whom do your 
children cast them out? Let them be the 
judge. But if I cast out devils by the Spirit of 
God, then the kingdom of God is come unto 
you." Is every clergyman in Christendom so 
dense that he cannot comprehend this plain re- 
buke? And yet it sets none of them right. The 
common sense and logic of a five-year-old child 
would perceive that evil could not cast out evil. 
And that is exactly why drugs never heal. Drugs 
are evil and they are used to cast out a more 



PSYCHIC DREAMS AND VISIONS 83 

active form of evil, which is sickness. The re- 
sult is a greater evil — death and dissolution of 
the earthly temple, the body. And then they 
call it witchcraft! Not long ago the pious Cot- 
ton Mather and other religious fanatics burned 
the witches at Salem. And who were these 
thus inhumanly tortured? Simply people who 
were psychic and who began to manifest some 
of the first degrees of mediumship. Many of 
them were not even that, they were just sus- 
pects, they "acted queer/' so they were seized 
and burned with the rest! There is not a 
particle of doubt but that the Catholic church 
would do the same thing today if it dared. You 
ask a priest why, as vicegerent of God and spir- 
itual representative of Christ, he does not heal 
or see spirits and he will tell you he can do it 
all right, but it "makes him sweat." YE GODS ! 
"Makes him sweat!" I have seen them "sweat- 
ing" across the divide for very different reasons, 
and the sure prospect is held up to the whole 
bunch that they will on their arrival need more 
than palm-leaf fans to be quite comfortable! 

Only last summer, while on my way to work 
one morning, I met one of the girls that worked 
in the same office with me and as we passed the 
Catholic church, she stepped in to give her of- 
fering and tell her beads. As it was pouring 
with rain I stepped in also to wait for her. I 
saw lying on a small table, three rosaries. I 
was impressed to pick up one of them and, as I 
did so, I became conscious of their having been 
handled by a deceased priest. Just then I looked 
up the aisle of the church and saw coming to- 
ward me, his arm upraised, gesticulating, the 



84 PSYCHIC DREAMS AND VISIONS 
spirit of this discarnate priest. He was fairly 
flying down the aisle and ejaculated, "Go out of 
here! Go out, quick! Don't let them get you 
as they did me!" I replied, "You do not need 
to fear for me, I have long since passed the 
point where smoke and holy water appear at- 
tractive. Back to your rest and forget it I" 



A Glimpse Into the Past 

Each object that we see 

Is but a symbol of the Mystery, 

Moreover 'tis a token 

Of a certain Word, divinely spoken. 

And, when we understand, 

E'en walls and empires fall at our command; 

And, as we deeper look, 

We view past deeds writ in the Golden Book; 

Anon we turn our gaze 

Upon the unborn scenes of future days. 



Just as I retired one evening, the room that 
had been dark but a moment before became 
suddenly illumined with a soft, opalescent light. 
Again the square mirror appeared on the wall, 
and in it the master's face. This time he held 
up to view an oval tablet of stone, which was 
filled with gold writing. Then a square table 
appeared in the middle of the room draped in 
immaculate whiteness, on top of which was a 
white pyramid minus the cap-stone, and at the 
side of the pyramid was a white cone. 

I knew by this symbol that I was eventu- 
ally to rise in spirituality until I was able to 
put the cap-stone on this pyramid, and that 
when I reached this degree as shown in the 
vision I would be permitted to read the gold 



PSYCHIC DREAMS AND VISIONS 85 

writing which the ancient slab of stone con- 
tained. 

This master has never spoken a word though 
he has appeared to me many, many times, but 
while he is near I am able to see into the be- 
yond as plainly as when looking at an object 
in a mirror. If I happen to be tired out from 
my day's work, the presence of this master is 
more refreshing to me than a sound slumber 
of many hours. Everything is shown to me by 
him symbolically. He has placed an open book 
in front of me several times and turned its 
pages, permitting me to read the wonderful 
wisdom that it contained. This book is always 
surrounded by an aureole of light, so that I can 
see to read it no matter how dark the room may 
be. 

I understand that I am to write a duplicate 
of this book for the benefit of the Truth seek- 
ers in the near future. I shall write it and have 
it published EXACTLY as I see it before me. 
This book was once written,* but was destroyed 
ages ago on account of the truth it contained. 
Why this book and the revelation it contains 
should be given to me I do not know, unless it 
is because I have prized TRUTH beyond any- 
thing else. This master and myself lived ages 
ago in ancient Atlantis, at a time when civiliza- 
tion was far in advance of what it is today. 
We also lived and worked together in one of the 
temples in Egypt, until one day while out feed- 
ing my pet doves in the garden, I was stolen 
by a most wicked man who had occasionally 
seen me from his palace window strolling with 
my lover. This man carried me to his luxurious 



86 PSYCHIC DREAMS AND VISIONS 
palace which was surrounded with high walls, all 
entrances being guarded. Escape from such a 
place seemed impossible. When we entered the 
castle he walked into the opposite room and 
picked up a long-stemmed pipe that lay on a 
richly carved table near at hand and throwing 
himself down on a beautifully brocaded divan, 
he was soon sound asleep. 

Then it was that I stole out of the room and 
passed softly and swiftly through other luxuri- 
ously furnished apartments, out on a broad bal- 
cony overlooking the gardens. I ran down the 
steps and out to where I saw the guards, and 
imagine my surprise when the first one I met 
was the man who had pretended to be my faith- 
ful lover. He advised me to go back to the 
palace and appear to remain calm and content 
until nightfall, when he had a plan for our es- 
cape together. I no longer trusted him, but I 
returned to the balcony where I seemed to smell 
a sickening odor issuing from the doorway of 
that beautiful palace. As I expected, the plan 
that my supposed lover was to put into execu- 
tion that night, failed. I had other reasons for 
believing him false, and realizing what my life 
was to be, shut up in this man's power, I pre- 
ferred death, so I took my own life. 

Because of this tragedy by which my life 
was prematurely terminated, I sought reincarna- 
tion once again to pick up the threads of un- 
foldment where I had dropped them. My hus- 
band in this present incarnation was the very 
guard at the palace in Egypt to whom I ap- 
pealed for help. I knew beforehand that we 
were destined to meet, for I saw him in a vision 



PSYCHIC DREAMS AND VISIONS 87 

one afternoon as I sat on the banks of Lake 
Champlain years before the actual meeting took 
place. Nothing, however, in relation to our past 
experiences was shown me until some years 
later. 

Good Seed Sown 

"And whosoever shall give to drink unto one 
of these little ones a cup of cold water in my 
name, verily I say unto you, he shall in no wise 
lose his reward." 

***** 

I will now relate what seemed to me a won- 
derful illustration of the good that may be ac- 
complished through a positive knowledge of the 
conditions of the after-life. I was living in a 
distant city, and it was my desire to attend the 
business college there. I was endeavoring to 
earn a free scholarship by soliciting pupils. I 
walked day after day in the boiling hot sun, 
blistering my feet, and receiving rebuff after 
rebuff at the doors, until I was totally discour- 
aged. One night I dreamed that I was standing 
in the arched doorway of the college, and I 
heard a voice say, "In the New Year!" 

True enough, the second day of the New 
Year means were provided so that I enrolled as 
a student. One afternoon, two months later, I 
was passing through the park on my way home 
from school, when I began to feel a strange 
dizziness, and, staggering to a bench near by, I 
threw myself upon it and closed my eyes. I 
had been there but a few moments, when I saw 
the beautiful spirit of a youth standing by my 
side crying. I asked him why he was weeping, 



88 PSYCHIC DREAMS AND VISIONS 

and he pointed to the other end of the seat, 
where for the first time I observed a really ter- 
rible looking man, dissipated and unkempt. 

My first thought was to get up and move 
away, but the spirit of the boy said, "Wait, he 
is my brother, and he does not believe in God. 
He is about to enter the spirit world, and he 
must not come here thinking and living as he 
does." I looked at the dear little fellow, and 
then at the uncouth, rough looking man, and 
shuddered. The spirit continued, "I want you to 
talk to him." And I said, "I, talk to such a man 
as that? I cannot do it!" Then, with tears 
streaming down his illumined face he knelt and 
pleaded with me to speak to his brother. I 
could not resist his pleading, so, moving a 
little nearer the man, I said, "Pardon me, sir, 
did you lose a little brother, Jimmy, some years 
ago? He looked at me in amazement and said, 
"I had a little brother Jimmy, but he died when 
about twelve years old." "No," I said, "he did 
not die; there are no dead, he merely left this 
world to go to a higher one." The man ap- 
peared stupefied. "Sir," I continued, "I want to 
talk to you. I have a message for you, and if 
you will please listen, I will tell you something 
very important." 

I did not wait for him to reply, but started 
out saying, "You are a healthy looking man, and 
from all external appearances one might think 
you would live to be a hundred years old, but 
you are not as well as you appear. Your time 
on this earth is limited to a few weeks, and you 
will pass out so suddenly that you will not have 
time to think. You do not believe in God, your 



PSYCHIC DREAMS AND VISIONS 89 

brother says you do not, and it is for him that 
I am speaking. Neither do I believe in a man- 
God sitting up on a throne away off in the sky 
somewhere, but I do believe in a great, uni- 
versal spirit, without which neither we nor the 
world could possibly exist. If you have a mind, 
and a morsel of reason, you cannot look into 
space and see the sun, the moon, and the plan- 
ets all moving in their orderly paths, and into 
nature and see the manifestations of multiform 
life without recognizing some great, universal 
power, can you?" He replied that he had never 
thought of things in that light. Said he, "I 
never heard anyone talk this way before, or it 
might have started me thinking differently long 
ago. Tell me more about it." So I talked on 
and on till darkness gathered about, and the 
stars began to appear in the sky. I had held 
the man's attention like a little child for hours. 
I told him of the other world, and that we had 
lived many, many times before, also told him 
who he was in his last incarnation, and explained 
what life on earth really meant, and what we come 
here for, endeavoring to make him see what a 
narrow, unprofitable life he had led. Tears rolled 
down his cheeks as we parted, he promising to 
spend the few short weeks that remained to him 
in study, trying to learn more concerning the great 
subject that I had broached to him. Then the little 
spirit of Jimmy came closer to me and taking a 
crown from off my head, placed within it a bright 
blue star, so beautiful and brilliant that it dazzled 
my eyes. The look of satisfaction that shone 
in the sweet, up-turned face of the boy I shall 
never forget, and it will remain an inspiration 
to me throughout all eternity. 



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Some months later, when hundreds of miles 
away from the place where this happened, I 
was sitting on the banks of the Delaware river, 
near the office where I was employed. It was 
lunch hour and I had strolled out to sit in the 
silence under a large tree. I desired to ask a 
question for a dear friend of mine, who wished 
to know whether she should give in her resigna- 
tion and go back to her school teaching or sign 
up for the duration of the war. In a word, she 
wanted to know when the war was likely to end. 

I had not meditated long before I was con- 
scious of a spirit presence, and heard a voice 
say, "Jimmy." I looked, and there indeed was 
the familiar form and face of little Jimmy. He 
spoke and said, "The one you talked with in the 
park is here in spirit, and while he is not on my 
plane, I can see him occasionally. He wants me 
to tell you how much he has been helped by 
your kind words, and how much he appreciates 
them now." I said that I did not want appreci- 
ation, and that if it had not been for his ap- 
pearance, I should not have noticed the rough 
looking man. He replied, "Neither could I have 
given the message without an instrument." 
And then he added, "I have taken up your time, 
so I will answer your question for you. You 
will be rejoicing over what you have desired be- 
fore your Thanksgiving, and now, goodby." 

Value of Psychic Investigation 

People say, "What good is all this commun- 
ing with spirits, even though it be possible? 
The answer is: Any extension of scientific 
knowledge is GOOD. Only ignorance and nar- 



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row mindedness is evil. Whatever is, should be 
KNOWN. All the knowledge of the universe 
comes within the scope of the human mind. 
There is nothing that the mind of man has 
sought longer or more earnestly to determine 
than the mystery of his origin and destiny. The 
fundamental basis of every religion is a certain 
belief concerning the after-life. It is only be- 
cause superstition, wielded by priestcraft, has 
fixed certain formulas of belief — certain dogmas 
concerning the nature of the after-life, that fur- 
ther investigation is resented. It might be that 
such investigation would upset some pet theories 
of the preachers, for an exposition of which 
they have been drawing fat salaries for lo, these 
many years! 

Psychic investigation discloses the fact that 
there is no actual heaven and hell such as Dante 
conceived of, and that all similar orthodox be- 
liefs are mere chimeras originating in some- 
body's imagination. It shows that heaven and 
hell are states of consciousness, and that the 
after world is as real as the world in which we 
live. Moreover, the two worlds are practically 
one and the same as to locality, once the sub- 
ject is understood. Psychism thus upsets the 
whole dogmatic structure upon which the mod- 
ern church rests. It restores to humanity the 
pure teaching of Jesus Christ, the greatest psy- 
chic of the ages. Ought not the churches to 
welcome such an illumination? They ought to, 
but they do not. The world will continue to 
jail, to hang, and to crucify the apostles of this 
new-old doctrine as long as they exist. The 
churches are perfectly inconsistent in their be- 



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lief concerning death. The Bible, which is sup- 
posed to be their rule and guide of faith, is a 
purely spiritual book from beginning to end. 
The New Testament particularly emphasizes 
the fact that there is no death, and yet Chris- 
tians mourn and lament over the departure of 
one from this earth in a way that reminds one 
of the ancient Egyptians with their elaborate 
funeral ceremonials. Indeed, it would surprise 
Christians to know how many of their practices 
and beliefs are derived from Egyptian, Baby- 
lonian, Druidic and other pagan religions. There 
are no dead, nothing whatever dies — not even a 
tree, a flower nor an animal. Everything lives 
again in some form. The air is filled with the 
vibrant energy of life, visible to any psychic as 
a swirling mass of vivified atoms. Life is every- 
where, and nowhere is there any death, save in 
appearance. 

Many times have I lain down on my couch 
wearied with my heavy cross, feeling as if the 
bottom had dropped out of the world, when I 
would be surprised to see the ceiling trans- 
formed into a canopy of blue with a number of 
baby angels smiling down upon me and strew- 
ing my couch with beautiful flowers wet with 
heavenly dew, or awaken in the night to see 
some loved one sitting by my bedside, surround- 
ed by an angelic light. 

No, communication is not the highest, and 
yet it is an experience which I cannot discour- 
age, for it has its use in comforting thousands 
of aching hearts. When President Lincoln lost 
his beloved son, Willie, he was at first inconsol- 
able. Then he consulted a medium, saying, "If 



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my son lives, I want to know it, I must know 
it." His religion did not assure him, neither 
did it comfort him. A religion that cannot do 
that is unworthy the name of religion. I have 
no time to waste on such religion — it is a fossil ! 
It has outlived its age and usefulness. Stand 
from under! Christ said, "Come out and be ye 
separate!" A great change in the physical and 
moral constitution of the earth and its inhab- 
itants draws nigh. Unless you see the hand- 
writing on the wall and heed the message, you 
will be numbered with those who are to be 
swept away by floods, plagues, wars and other 
catastrophes that are to follow each other in 
rapid succession, sweeping the major part of the 
present humanity away. 

Surely it will be a day of rejoicing for the 
Chosen Ones when the effete and rotten institu- 
tions of the present day are swept into oblivion, 
as they are destined to be, for, of all the hun- 
dreds of different sects in existence, not one is 
the true religion. For ages they have kept the 
people in ignorance and chains. The Chosen 
Ones are of no sect or creed, nor are they to be 
found in groups. Christ declared they should 
be, "One of a city," and that, "Two shall be 
working in a field, one to be taken and the other 
left." This is the way they are to be picked 
from all over the surface of the earth — a great 
congregation of those pure in motive and heart 
— a congregation illumined by the light of God 
from WITHIN. 

No longer is God to be worshiped as some 
capricious despot, some blood-thirsty autocrat — 
the anthropomorphic image of an earthly ruler 



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— sitting as people imagine him, on some dis- 
tant throne in the skies. No, we are to recog- 
nize the omnipotent, omnipresent, omniscient 
God WITHIN — the very same God that the in- 
spired prophets and sages of all ages have been 
trying to teach the ignorant masses, but which 
they stubbornly refused to recognize, preferring 
images of wood, stone, silver and gold. We are 
today ruled by the same Golden Calf which 
Moses in a rage ground to powder, and by the 
same Moloch to which millions of babes are an- 
nually sacrificed. We call the former money, 
the latter matrimony. Think it over! 

The ignorance, not to say beastliness, of the 
masses is •pitiable. The race has nearly run its 
course. Humanity as we know it, or call it, has 
served its purpose. It has from the beginning 
crucified its saviors in one age and deified them 
in the next, distorting all their teachings as 
they have those of the Christ, and shaping them 
to suit and sanction their evil desires and pur- 
poses. 

Heretofore, as has been shown in one of the 
visions related, when a soul of one of these ma- 
terial, animal men and women has entered the 
future life, it has not even been aware of the 
change, so much is it bound to earth. You meet 
them in droves wandering as if insane, on the 
shores of the beyond, each obsessed by some 
fancy that he is doing something or other still 
on earth, precisely as in a lunatic asylum. 

Heal a Wandering Soul 

We were living one summer in a little cottage 
among the pines about seven miles from the city, 



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when one night, after retiring, someone opened 
the front door and came in fumbling about, and 
began stumbling up the stairs. I called out, "Who 
is that," but no answer. I asked my husband if 
he had locked the door, and he replied that he had. 

When the wanderer arrived at the top of the 
stairs, he came into the room where I was, 
stumbling against the dresser and over the 
chairs, and finally bumped into the foot of the 
bed, and over to where I lay, and I felt his hand 
clutch my pillow. Immediately I perceived him 
as the soul of an aged man, and I said to him: 
"You are a soul that has passed out of the body, 
and do not know where you are, or where to go. 
You are in darkness, and I, having this spiritual 
power, have attracted you here." I talked to him 
for sometime along this line, and tried to ex- 
plain conditions to him, but he was too bewildered 
to understand me, so I called my Indian guide 
to come and care for him, and he led him away. 
At nine o'clock the next morning I was out on 
the road waiting for a street car, when I saw 
passing the funeral of the old gentleman whose 
soul had appeared to me seeking enlightenment 
the evening before. 

How perfectly unconscious people are of 
these facts. Thousands are being brought up, 
and "educated" in our schools, devoting their 
lives to mental training, believing that this is 
the end of all wisdom, when it is not even the 
beginning of it. The popular notion of education 
is to study something out of a book, some "au- 
thority" on some particular subject. What is 
an "authority"? It is the hypothesis or guess 
of some thinker who lived, usually not very long 
ago, for the hypotheses or guesses of one gener- 



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ation are supplanted by those of the next. So 
people go on guessing, but never arrive at the 
truth, and these are "authorities" for the age 
in which we live, and we attend colleges and 
universities, to absorb the dicta and formulae of 
such, making them the rule and guide of our 
thought and actions. 

This is part and parcel of the conformity to 
which we are subjected. We are taught that 
we must think as others do, act as they do, 
dress as they do. We must not be original, it 
is wrong, almost a crime, to differ with estab- 
lished opinions. But how would the world ever 
have progressed if every one had conformed to 
existing customs and habits of thought? It 
would not have progressed. We would still be 
in the stone-age, and the monkey kingdom, if 
somebody had not ventured to think differently 
from the mass. 

No one has to conform. Emerson says that 
to be a man, you must be a non-conformist. 
What, then, are conformists? They must be a 
species of monkey. To be sure, if you do not 
conform, you may expect to lose your friends, 
most of them, even your husband and children 
as I have. But did not the Christ say that you 
would have to leave ALL to follow him? Now, 
if you understand it aright, "following Christ/' 
is simply following the dictates of the Spirit of 
Christ within, for that is where the Christ IS. 

This, and the fact that there is no death, 
would be the highest wisdom. that you could pos- 
sibly impart to your children. It is worth more 
than a university education, because a knowl- 
edge of this wisdom transforms the whole life, 



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and establishes true character. This is true 
morality — the knowledge of the LIVING 
CHRIST WITHIN, the Spirit that is immortal. 
The belief in a dead Christ, far-away gods, the 
vicarious atonement, and all such vagaries which 
pass for morality in a Christian world, are pre- 
cisely the things which make for hypocrisy, 
superstition and the general looseness and 
crookedness of humanity in general. 

The absolute knowledge of the continuity of 
life on high planes — a life contingent upon the 
action of this life — would do more for the es- 
tablishment of righteousness and the abolition 
of criminality on earth, if it could become "a 
matter of universal belief, than all the laws 
and punitive measures adopted by people 
throughout the world. All religions offer some 
hope of a future state, but they give no demon- 
stration of it. All the hope they offer is that 
the soul "sleeps," is at rest in the tomb, to be 
raised up on some indefinite future judgment 
day, when we shall all be separated as sheep 
and goats, so that very few people who follow 
religious teachings have any certain or fixed 
belief that they will continue their life beyond 
the grave, taking it up just where they left it 
off here. 

Just because the church is so childish, it 
does not appeal to intelligent people, and hence 
the majority of thinkers become agnostic or 
atheistic. Religion is regarded by them as a 
humbug, and even if adhered to by some, it is 
merely as a perfunctory rite, a social obligation 
to which they feel in duty bound to conform. 
Contrast with this popular condition of religious 



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apathy and distrust the state that would be ef- 
fected by the teaching and demonstration of the 
fact that there is actually no death — that the 
soul lives on and on through a series of end- 
less lives, and that in passing from the earth 
life to the life beyond, there is no abrupt change 
in consciousness, and that there is no remission 
of sin, save by a personal change of heart and 
purpose — not by the shedding of some man's 
blood. "As we sow, so we must reap !" The com- 
ing of the Christ in the hearts of men would mean 
the emptying of all the churches in the land. 
No need longer of churches in which to worship 
God, when the Spirit of God dwells in the heart. 
The church is but a survival of the pagan 
temple which was used to house the figure of 
the heathen deity. In this temple the god was 
supposed to dwell, and there people repaired to 
offer up direct petitions, to make sacrifices and 
to bring food for the god to eat. The modern 
church has many reminders of the heathen 
rites in its ceremonialism. The priest is there, 
the altar is there — a relic of the stone on which 
the priest anciently sacrificed human and animal 
victims. In the eucharist we see the devotees 
solemnly helping themselves to the bread and 
wine, which used to be set at the shrine of the 
god as a votive offering, and which the priests 
afterward ate and drank on behalf of the god. 
In Catholic churches we even see the image of 
the Christ and the Madonna which are worshiped 
as gods, exactly as in pagan times. Surely the 
world advances by snail steps. The word re- 
ligion means, "bound back/' and truly it is so 
bound back that it never advances! 



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There is no "hell" presided over by devils, 
and no "god" sitting on a throne to pass judg- 
ment on people and send them there, or permit 
them to dance about him forever, like a canni- 
bal king, according to popular conception. These 
things cannot be found in the after-world. They 
do not exist except as chimeras in the brain of 
some religious poet or fanatic. The only hell 
that exists in the beyond is the hell of ignorance, 
and I admit that this is hell enough, and so 
would you if you had seen what I have. But 
it is the dense ignorance of religion, fostered by 
the churches, which more than anything else 
sends people into this hell of ignorance. To die 
and not be aware that you are dead, to lie there 
and suffer the pangs of vivisection, when the 
kindly undertaker is performing his duties, or 
the torture of being cremated in a fiery furnace, 
to wake up in the cold, dank earth and find 
himself incarcerated in a box from which he is 
unable to arise — these are some of the pre- 
liminary experiences of that "hell" into which 
ignorance of the after-life throws one. And 
later, when the soul escapes from these tor- 
tures, to go wandering about the old home 
meeting his loved ones, speaking to them, im- 
ploring them to speak, and having them pass 
him by in scorn, or, if he sits in his same arm- 
chair, to have them come and sit upon him 
without even an apology — all these and many 
other incongruous and lugubrious experiences, 
out-rivaling the worst nightmare, are his, UN- 
TIL he awakens to the knowledge of his condi- 
tion. Meanwhile, his parents may be paying the 
priest a high price to "pray him through purga- 



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tory!" What a superstition to suppose that 
money and the mouthing of masses could change 
his state of ignorance. Why it is this very 
thing — these false material precepts instilled 
into him from babyhood by the church — which 
is responsible for his present plight. Just like 
the doctors: They give you something to make 
you sick and the same thing to make you well 
again. 

Now, you ask, "How do you KNOW all these 
things?" I know because I have left my ma- 
terial body on the earth, and traveled into the 
beyond. I have done this repeatedly. I have 
there communicated with some of the wisest 
souls that ever lived on the earth plane, whose 
wisdom has been infinitely augmented by their 
experience on subjective planes of life. What 
better proof could one have? I have visited 
other planets, and I know exactly the existing 
conditions there. 

It is no uncommon thing for one person to 
know more than all the rest of the world about 
some certain thing. There is no egoism about 
it, it is simply a fact. Four hundred and twen- 
ty-seven years ago — that is not such a very 
long time — not one person in the whole earth 
knew that the world is round. Everybody at 
that time thought it flat, having four corners. 
The Catholic church forced Galileo on his knees 
to recant his statement that the world is round 
and revolves on its axis, or be condemned to 
death. If the Pope was the vicegerent of God 
why did he not know this? Another man later 
received the inspiration that it is round. Had 
he gone lecturing all over the earth trying to 



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impress his belief on mankind, what would have 
been the result? They would soon have incar- 
cerated him for lunacy. He did a wiser thing, 
he got into a boat and sailed around. He 
PROVED the thing, and brought back the evi- 
dences, and THEN the people began to wake up 
to the facts. The same thing is true of every 
other discovery. ONE MAN, one person (it 
might possibly be a woman, if women would 
think) makes the discovery, after which the world 
becomes enlightened, and others improve upon the 
knowledge. 

The discovery of the spiritual realm is 
unique. It differs from material discoveries, in- 
asmuch as it cannot be demonstrated to the 
physical senses, because these senses have to 
be laid aside, and other senses developed before 
anyone can really see or understand the exist- 
ence of this other world. But here is a peculiar 
thing. In relation to material discoveries, peo- 
ple are absolutely credulous, they swallow every- 
thing they hear like fishes, but in relation to 
spiritual discoveries, they are positively, obstin- 
ately incredulous. 

Take, for example, the discovery of the 
North Pole. Mr. Cook comes back and says he 
discovered it, and people all believe him, until 
Mr. Peary comes back and says he discovered it, 
and then people are all up in the air, and wait 
for an act of Congress to decide. Congress de- 
cides in favor of Peary, and then everybody is 
willing to swallow without question everything 
Peary may say about the Pole. Now, I happen 
to know that Cook went as near the Pole as 
did Peary, and that he was shamefully cheated 



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of the rightful honor by a bunch of prejudiced 
politicians. This is only one of a thousand in- 
stances where people are deceived by "authori- 
ties." 

I care not what science says, or what any- 
one thinks of my statements regarding the after- 
life. I know them to be true or I would not 
make them. Despite what Billy Sunday and the 
great mass of mercenary religious exhorters de- 
clare concerning the after-death conditions, I 
will say they have not found the way to get 
the true evidence. Their evidence is the au- 
thority of a BOOK, compiled by the Church 
Fathers, which they revised to suit their own 
opinions. 

Conscience is our judge. If we desire to have 
a clear conscience in the after-life, and live in 
"heaven," we must live a pure life right here 
in this world, doing good for every evil. If we 
brought our children up in this belief, and under 
such principles, impressing upon them that every 
evil thought indulged in, or evil action done to 
another, is an injury to themselves, retarding 
their own progression in this life, and that 
they will be called upon by the judge, Conscience, 
to pay double in the next world, we might 
soon dispense with jails and reform schools. 
Why have we prisons, and places where the 
law takes the lives of men for so-called capital 
offenses? It is because the conscience of hu- 
manity is dulled, stupefied, anaesthetized by the 
damnable, priest-invented doctrines of vicarious 
atonement, the essence of which is, Do what 
you like, live the life you choose, good works 
count nothing for salvation, simply at SOME 



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TIME in your life, even at the eleventh hour, 
even while ascending the steps of the gallows, 
declare your BELIEF in a dead Christ, and his 
atoning blood, and you pass straight into glory! 
What person in his right senses could fail to 
see that such a doctrine must prove an incentive 
to crime? The law punishes crime for an ex- 
ample to other evil doers, and then God laughs 
at the whole performance, and sets it all aside, 
not only the verdict of the jury, but the crime 
itself! Was there ever such a ridiculous doctrine 
formulated? And yet it is the fundamental doc- 
trine of Christianity, the very keystone of the 
arch, without which the whole system must fall 
and crumble to dust. It was invented by priests 
in earlier times that they might sell indulgences 
for crime, which they did by the wholesale. That 
was their business, the way they lived — one of 
the ways. Still people in this enlightened age 
go on believing it just the same without daring 
to question it, or reason on its absurdity. 

Humanity may be compared to a great seeth- 
ing mass in a high-walled dungeon. It is so 
deep and the walls are so high that the light 
of the sun never penetrates to where this mass 
is standing. These are the black hands I saw 
reaching up for more light. To reach up is but 
the first impulse. All would like to have a rope 
thrown them, and most of them live and die in 
the delusion that such a rope will be thrown to 
them as they pass the border. But it is not so. 
There are no ropes, no hoists, each one must 
climb the sheer wall for himself, unaided. Even 
though he deem it impossible, though he be 
forcibly pulled back or slip back a thousand 



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times, still he must continue to climb. That is 
what we mean by "overcoming." If others have 
done it, he can do it. Victor Hugo in his im- 
mortal masterpiece, Les Miserables, tells how 
Jean Valjean, the life-prisoner of his drama, 
hounded for life by the inexorible law for the 
terrible crime of stealing a loaf of bread to feed 
his starving sister, had learned to place his 
back against the corner of the prison wall and 
by sheer muscular contraction force his body to 
the top. Human "spiders," who make a pro- 
fession of climbing sheer walls of high buildings, 
are today not uncommon. Many have also 
climbed this metaphysical wall of ignorance, and 
come into the light. You can do it if you will. 
But we all have to advance a step at a time. 
We are given at each step only that which we 
are ready for — that which we are able to master. 
This being true, one might say, 'Why should I 
exert myself? I shall arrive in due course of 
time simply by the operation of the law of evo- 
lution." To this I would reply, that you must 
purge your mind of that false belief ingrained 
into the very fibers of modern thought, viz., 
that there is a power outside of you acting to 
bring about this transformation in you and your 
expression. The law is in yourself, the power 
is in yourself. It may be expressed as divine 
will. You possess this will and the power to 
use it for your own unfoldment and transforma- 
tion. But you also possess a desire born of the 
senses, which in its very highest expression 
serves only the needs of the present condition 
and environment, and which if abused is more 
apt to become weak and degraded, converting a 



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natural desire into an abnormal and destructive 
habit, one that then seizes the reins of govern- 
ment, sets aside the divine will and plunges the 
individual downward, thus negating in a single 
lifetime all the progress made in lives before, 
putting man even below the beasts. In this 
sense the Egyptian belief in the transmigration 
of souls — the reappearance of spirit in lower 
forms of animal life — is true. It is like those 
I saw trying to climb the Mount of Freedom by 
the icy path — they slip back as often as they 
advance, and frequently further than they ad- 
vance. Let every one think over his past life, 
and, note that it has been but a succession of 
backslidings, good resolutions adhered to for a 
brief time, then broken. 

No, you cannot, you dare not, wait for any 
imaginary powers to pull you out of the hole and 
set your feet on a rock — nor for any power to 
compel your progress. I have already spoken of 
the absurdity of belief in any vicarious atone- 
ment. Throughout the ages you rise or fall ac- 
cording as you have a grasp upon your own in- 
ner powers — the power of the divine will, which, 
like a helping hand, is always reached out to 
you; but you, the supreme master of your own 
destiny for good or ill, must reach out to grasp 
the hand, when your eyes will open to see it as 
spiritual strength entering into your own arm 
to make in invincible. 

If I possessed the thunders of Jove I would 
roar this message into the faltering hearts; or 
had I the hammer of Thor I would beat it into 
the sluggish brains of a sin-sick, priest-ridden, 
doctor-drugged, surgeon-slaughtered, lawyer- 



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swindled, officially-oppressed humanity, viz., TO 
RISE IN THE MAJESTY OF THE SELF AND 
DECLARE THE OMNIPOTENCE OF THE IN- 
DIVIDUAL PERSONAL SOUL! You are that 
soul! You are that wonderful being possessing 
a GOD within and endowed with eternal and im- 
mutable powers from God! 



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